Saturday 2 October 2010

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Ah, the summertime
When things grow back and
flower to the rhyme
ordered out one Romantic
afternoon, by Keats and Byron and Misses K,
as grass grows to their knees
a cupcake frieze, as we
drink cold tea and old
mulled wine
a fairy ring, a lantern cloud,
that quietly swings
to hum-bird sound
and praise to above all: the unfinished line ....


My love thank you for summertime.

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