(a form change poem with thanks to Bobbi Katz for “What Shall I Pack in the Box Marked ‘Summer’?)

I put the fans in and took the heaters out.
I put away the taste of heat and maple milkshakes.
I put away the smell of gas from cars.
I put away the pond with all the turtles and chickens.
I put away the sound of cars gong by and the sound of the birds.
I put away the feeling of hunting and the bees making their honey.
Goodbye, Summer.