Dear Diary:
Overnight, early March
has morphed into late May:
Hats and scarves discarded,
leather coats tossed off for tank tops,
boots supplanted by sandals,
gloves shed from hands like skins,
the better for holding ice cream cones,
faces adorned with summer smiles
freshly minted just this morning.
Author unknown. NY Times.
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