Summertime brings lazy thoughts
A cool tall drink frosty green
Crushed ice, straw between
Parched lips seek solace
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Garden somewhere lies in dire neglect - something in the past I've resisted from thinking about again as I'm unable to lift them up from their derelict condition. They are these living memorials of past and present wars, lost causes and forgetfulness, guilt beyond forgiveness.
I'm sorry again for the glitch which causes the word silken to hike up and disrupt the beautiful K pattern. I love writing poems as a man loves me dearly, and these poems are just the overflow of that love. If angels sneak in and some expressions tend to be trite or cliche, don't agonize please but forgive my laziness.: -)
Beautiful poem, needs more than one readings.Loved it1