Sunday, 7. June 2009
First Day Of Summer
After a night of rain
Half of these long avenues
Are in shadow
And the foolish heart At the bottom of sleep's Stairwell keeps waking
To Adrienne's footfalls Vanishing, vanishing Into a summer's blaze
Of a life cleaved from A day where it once was, And thus desired to be always:
This first day of summer.
My Poems
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