In summer, the cranes
stalk the road while eating.
We observe, and smile.
In fall, the snowbirds
arrive, then clog the roads.
We observe, and smile.
In winter, the sun
smiles upon both beach and street.
We observe, and smile.
In spring, all guests leave
promising they’ll soon return.
We observe, and smile.
Our yearly cycle
is always just the same.
We observe, and weep.
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