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Summer at the Oasis Maul
A drop of summer, pleasing--over there
I thought it wanted me, no want of ground
but want of me, instead a pleasant sound
of birds merging and darting thoroughfare
seemingly clueless of their doing-dare
o'er crowds busy about, looking spellbound
course to escape amiss ahead turned round
to freedom with the banners released to air.
In the opened venues queues roundabout
every which way as the buying frenzy
curtailed from end to pass the noontime lunch
crowd slowing and going but caterers doubt
that the dinner crowd will be as lengthy
till gathering increased, gave them a hunch.
Copyright ©
Hilo Poet
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