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Dog Day

Dog Day

 

The day was hot

Hot and humid

Stretching out

Into a dog day afternoon

 

The boy was young

Young and stupid

Stretching out

Beneath the furnace sun

 

The tarn was cold

Cold and ruthless

Stretching out

Along the sunny banks

 

The swim was exhilarating

Exhilarating and cooling

Stretching out

And heading for the shore

 

The tar...

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Sunset Over Lupset (August 1968)

Sunset Over Lupset (August 1968)

 

Lupset sunsets smelled of bonfires,

undercut with new mown grass,

wild mint by the kitchen window,

treasures in the strawberry patch.

 

Father sat with pint of shandy,

The mower cooling in the shade,

the rake stowed by the garden shed,

the kids with sparkling lemonade.

 

Summer sun dips on the estate

dragging shadows from th...

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Back To The Park

Back To The Park

 

It’s mid July,

a summer’s day.

School is just

a memory away.

We lay on grass

and watch the sky

and count the clouds

as they pass by.

We talk of bands

we’d like to see -

Led Zeppelin, Quo,

Sabbath and Free.

Insects buzz,

a distant bark,

children playing

In the park.

You turn to me

and kiss my lips

and move in close,

h...

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A Step Towards Summer

A Step Towards Summer

 

I look into the mirror’s depthless space,

at what is standing in the shadows cast

by light dimming swift with each day amassed

and passing by me, at a startling pace.

I sprint to catch the future in a chase

that takes me on a journey to the past

and makes me wish each moment used will last

until the day they put me in my case.

 

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