After Joyce Kilmer

annie fahy
Aug 27, 2017 · 1 min read

I think that I shall never see
A ride as lovely as an orange Harley.
A ride whose shine is brilliant chrome,
makes one want to wander and roam.
A ride whose seat is tangerine leather,
inviting adventure and soft as a feather.
A ride when parked in the light of sun-setting,
Inspires a tomorrow of trouble-forgetting.
Poems are made by fools like me,
but only God can make a bright orange Harley.

©annie fahy, 2017

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Six Years of poetry-only publishing, PoetsUnlimited was a diverse, engaging and authentic poetry magazine. For most of that time a daily publication, it was always diverse and original, and free-to-read by all.

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annie fahy

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In the Big Picture, I am a small cameo of trouble and wonder.

Poets Unlimited

Six Years of poetry-only publishing, PoetsUnlimited was a diverse, engaging and authentic poetry magazine. For most of that time a daily publication, it was always diverse and original, and free-to-read by all.

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