The shortest season
was one of guileless joy.
Then came a stretch
of paddling through-
I was a workhorse.
Now is the season
of waiting-
there’s fear of being irrelevant
in a fast-approaching end.
The shortest season
was one of guileless joy.
Then came a stretch
of paddling through-
I was a workhorse.
Now is the season
of waiting-
there’s fear of being irrelevant
in a fast-approaching end.
The Word Rummager 
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