Not The Same Poem by William B. Deutscher

Now waiting expectantly for summer
To play in the ear as a tinkling tune
The fairground whirl of the once-empty lot
Dancing music for air-conditioned nights

But sudden cool withdrawal absence now
At the height of summer's looming fancy
In a march of fleeting time
Softly proclaims an imminent change for us

What was is now not unquestionably
Like love misplaced in a public garden
Or hope rejected with the close of door
The grayness of Sunday the threat of rain