December came and never left
The birds came back and brought the sun
The flowers shook their manes and roared silently at the baking rocks and unsleeping lizards who didn't care that it was still December.
We walked barefoot in the grass and got ticks.
Some of us took summer jobs as camp counselors, fell in love,
Sunburned through the smell of skin, swam nude, dreamed of snow.
Others began to walk, sometimes together and sometimes in small groups,
Talking quietly about December
And never losing that holiday feeling that comes after the presents are open and before everyone has gone home.
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