Jet Lag
By Walter Burns
I am Summer I burn I crackle I sear through life I'm the blistering curse of Summer It’s scorching hot today Somewhere else It’s Winter The tomorrow that I’ll meet The Winter blows such cruelty when beaten back By imminence of Spring But do I care I mean come on It’s Summer over here In the land of set-your-watch It’s a type of jet lag traveled Somewhere else its Winter Somewhere else its Spring And the most devious of all the creaking joints of Fall Experience a sudden shift of scenery And you’re old before you know it Written February 3rd, 2002 © on Feb 02 2002 03:55 PM PST 0 • 10
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"I am Summer..."