Monday, 24 September 2018

Indian summer

Indian summer

then suddenly
the golden ring 
once lost in the sand
shoots a sunbeam and a tear
and we are married 
on another summer’s day 
overlooked by time 
stolen, squirrelled, interred 
in this poem       well i ask you 
was there ever such a day
in all of the golden treasuries

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