February 16 An early morning fog. In fair weather, the shy past keeps its distance. Old loves, old regrets, old humiliations look on from afar. They stand back under the trees. NoContinue reading “Poem for a Sunday Morning”
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February 16 An early morning fog. In fair weather, the shy past keeps its distance. Old loves, old regrets, old humiliations look on from afar. They stand back under the trees. NoContinue reading “Poem for a Sunday Morning”