W/O

This...

no one can see it

no one can tell

but this is

this is the year without a summer.

We'll never see

never feel

the sun's warmth

the sweat of a working day.

These are the days of icy beaches.

This is the year

we are free

of our bodies

checked only by our thoughts

as they are all we'll have

to consider.

This

whether they see it

whether they call it thus

whether they even recognize it

this

is the year without summer.