A spectre of summer’s past vigor
Floats by my mind’s eye
Unwrapping secrets
that were never secret.

This ghost has my morning graced…
me with feelings I’ve yet to face

Rolling on.
The illusion,
is gone.
The game,
still to be played.

But the players have yet to be named.

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