Sentimental, by pd lyons


Nineteen seventy-three followed me
Out into high drifts
Sparkling like sugar
Crisp pancake sun
Sky blue as a bell bottom

No homes to go to
Old leaves summered out
Criss cross
Like stars our hearts
Fifteen years old
So much a live time a go

There were birds beneath her islands
There were bold Fenian fingers of my own
But love was a thing that made me listen when she said no
And even then I believed summer was forever and so I loved her so


citrus in black iron

citrus in black iron

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