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Prose Challenge of the Week #38: Write a piece of micropoetry about what summer means to you. The winner will be chosen based on a number of criteria, this includes: fire, form, and creative edge. Number of reads, bookmarks, and shares will also be taken into consideration. The winner will receive $100. When sharing to Twitter, please use the hashtag #ProseChallenge

Writinganewname

Elusive Summer

Those liquid summer months,

They run and stretch my life,

Never taking much affront,

But leaving me in strife,

Like toffy left in sun,

There's nothing left, now it's done.