Thursday, September 29, 2016

Robert Verdon, #312, Spring



we walked up Dairy Farmers Hill today
lone rambles of adolescence suddenly over
the view the town I’ve known for half a century
the centre of the universe like any other
it takes my breath away
a purple flower on a scraggy bush
an expanse of milky light out on the range
and I shall never go away
the deepest loves can only die in spring


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