18: Allergic to verse? I believe a temperate art is set to make more mistakes, say, rough comparisons to too hot a month this coming May or one that’s past. Say, all summer you are more than nature’s change in course, growing (untrimmed) — owning the day for every moment — and knowing when to shine, to seethe.

And often seeing how hot eternal summer is, then fading all too short ah
Whew. We see you in fair poetry and art
from fair as far and long as men can breathe.