A group of students who, when they get up, leave
rubbish on the ground for someone else
to pick up after them, I watch their careless swerve
into the distance, scattering laughter, noise.
The hottest day it's been all year
and still not April yet and, like an apogee,
a crowd of girls are singing something sweet
and out of tune beneath the blossoming trees.
Hard to imagine summer when it's gone
like some Bavaria, lost between the wars,
now it's back, this demogogic sun,
these bright dressed children marching over flowers,
the whole world moving to a single beat, a shout,
and, on the edge, the odd few still left out.
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