Virgin sky
by Steve Tanham
Above the folded, faded parasols Long-closed as dripping bathers left To lave and lather sun-screen From bodies exhausted with indolence. Abandoned paperbacks part-read discarded, folded with sticky fingers in pages marked for tomorrow… Point, mute, at the sky. +++ Where +++ Patterns like wild beasts’ pelts stretch From Africa to seas once crossed by Portuguese navigators whose outer space Was ocean, vast, un-mapped and … Read More Virgin sky
Sun in Gemini 
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