Our Counterfeit Summer

Better to be bitter
and pick on September
than resent those evil days
of estival now passing

as light dims witness to
calculated callousness
unmasking both predator
and prey-

a Janus Coin of June, July
spinning in market force flippancy?
Or a viral load of self-regard and
bow and scrape sycophancy.


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