Cars double-park on every block
We drag our bags down the steps
throw them in trunks, drive off laughing
We've packed our hopes for the summer
into this long weekend
We bring shorts to run around in
and a suit for water so inviting
we have to dive in
even though it still harbours
strong memories of ice
We take care to bring fleece
just in case the nights
are not quite as warm
as we've dreamed of
all winter long
Here are two poems from the last few days at the Lake - a couple more tomorrow...
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