We who with songs beguile your pilgrimage / And swear that Beauty lives though lilies die, / We Poets of the proud old lineage / Who sing to find your hearts, we know not why ... (James Elroy Flecker)

22.6.24

Soon there will be no more

 

talks with Amanda
coffee with Angela

each leaving
this expensive
flood-prone town.

Love and friendship
are lasting but

their smiles
voices…  

 

 

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