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Fair is Fair

dog days
come and gone
and like lines in the sand
erased
by the tide
summer
slips through my fingers

songs once sensuous and sweet
turn urgent
and shrill

crickets
signal the beginning of the end

and my heart beats
heavy
sinking
through a hollow spirit

pounding out circadian rhythms

echoes from the past
and the future

little consolation
for the present
a stubborn reminder
that fair is fair

and nothing

is forever