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They've gone to the prom - and

I have finished marking for the day.

There's nothing on TV -

I do not care to read -

But Opus 18 No 1

Is soothing as I try

To make some sense

Of where I've got to

In these last few weeks.

Moving could have been a trial

But passed by without notice.

The marking now is almost done

The job ticks over without stress

All the things I choose to do are fine.

So what is lurking, smugly, out of sight,

Weighing at the edge

Waiting to catch me off guard?

Why do I suspect

You smile?

Brian Hick June 2012

©copyright Sally Hick 5.6.24

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Where is the summer? It seems to have missed us

Down here in Hastings, where the sea is rough

And tourists cower with ketchup, chips and huss.

Where is the summer?

There were some days in May which beamed enough

To make us hope this year there'd be no fuss -

Just weeks and weeks of sun, and not a puff

Of cloud in sight - but now we lurk and cuss

The endless downpours, flash floods and the knell

Which drowns all thought of warmth this side of Hell.

Where is the summer?

Brian Hick June 2012

©Sally Hick 4.6.24 (same sentiment now)