This, July, Passing
A test, perhaps, to see who lives till August With mind and heart intact Boiled down, diluted, merged with wet earth In all its sodden tones, from dark to dank. A sense of did that happen? Pale shadows – memories starved of sun Recounting, beer or second wine in hand The glory of that ‘ May, then June, then… This ©Stephen Tanham 2023 Stephen … Read More This, July, Passing

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