On harsh winter days
Summer is a distant dream
But it is guaranteed
With a collective sigh of relief
We stroll in the sunshine
Embrace starlit breezy nights
Voice our gratitude daily
Without reminder or reason
We effortlessly thrive
In our vibrant togetherness
On these identical days
My mind will wander
In sad directions
Into the endless unknown
With one exception
Summer has not yet arrived
Of its perfect promise
I will not let go
Poems of Pandemic Days by Alice Curley 
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