Saturday, August 03, 2019

John Updike again.


The sprinkler twirls
The summer wanes,
The pavement wears
Popsicle stains.

The playground grass
Is worn to dust,
The weary swings
Creak, creak with rust.

The trees are bored
With being green.
Some people leave
The local scene.

And go to seaside
And take off nearly
All their clothes.

~John Updike

Encourage one another,

pictured above
Cindy, James and Janet, Donna, Sue and Jeff
I can't figure out the year.  

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