John Arnold Siena   I have seen its laughter in the rain That creates puddles of joy, never Drying up summer after summer. But now I see it in the mirage Of the heat of adult's summer where Little rain quenches the drought That never goes away no matter How torrents of June drown The bits of memory that floats. Nothing, nothing can bring back the puddles Of joy of my childhood.

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