Stretchable summers

Summers are no longer stretchable
         the cars get in the way      traffic
         is to climate as the muse's reluc-

         tance is to song

Nothing in the forest beckons birds 
          to muse on the flitness of 
          purpose      wormholes to

          stretchable summers -

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Like my last post, this poem is again a tangential companion to another data post of mine, residing elsewhere.