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        By Samuel Eddington 
      The one buoyant buttercup 
        shows its bright blossom in the expanse of grass, 
        a sun in a rippling forest; 
        a yellow spot in a green shimmer. 
        Below, the geese take off together, 
        startled by something unseen, 
        and the bite in the air reminds that they 
        will not remain here long. 
         
        One cow feeds in the pasture, 
        beside the rolled and bound hay. 
        It lifts its head toward the faded barn, 
        and lows mournfully. 
        Summer is passing again. 
        Summer always passes. 
      
      Samuel Eddington recently 
        returned to Houston, Texas after a two-year stay in western Washington. 
        He enjoys reading and writing poetry, and is also an aspiring pianist 
        and guitarist. He is currently majoring in Creative Writing at the University 
        of Houston. Samuel can be reached at ibiza042@hotmail.com. 
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