Summer afternoon.
The words roll off the tongue
Like a gentle, dream-distending breeze.
Slow, moves like a memory and reverie
Comes in heavy, staggering doses.
Bolivar and San Martin: Guayaquil, Ecuador
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2 comments:
Wow. Every word has such deep implications here.
Maybe I know what this means, too. You can never be sure with poetry. But I really think I know.
Keep up the good work.
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