A Last Good Summer
Nov 7 · 1 min read

In the sunshine, I may write
a happy poem
beneath a feijoa tree,
while the spiderwebs cling
to its twigs, a splay
so brittle and thin.
Vodka martinis
in a summer blouse.
A sartorial smile,
just for one.

In the sunshine, I may write
a happy poem
beneath a feijoa tree,
while the spiderwebs cling
to its twigs, a splay
so brittle and thin.
Vodka martinis
in a summer blouse.
A sartorial smile,
just for one.

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