Second Summer
For a year,
I was afraid
I'd have nothing to write.
Entering my second summer
How many poems
Can you write
About cats and birds?
I'd already covered
War and peace.
But life has a way
Of making things interesting
There's always something
New to experience,
Some new lesson to learn,
Some way to make today
different from
Any other day.
It's the poet's job
To find the rhyme and reason.
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