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Yesterday, 8.15pm 26 May 2017

Posted by Dr Moose in Journal quotes, Life, Poetry, Ponderings.
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“Late May’s sun, shadow
Cut on neat, old
School’s bricks.
Warm air, pierced by
Swallows’ keening, traffic
Distant. Time machine,
Rear-view only, to
Twenty years past
Delight. Emotions, joy,
Still the same.”

It really does feel like that, a living memory of Lancaster, so close, yet so far, in the warmth of the Thursday evening. The declining sun burnishing the red brick, birdsong serenaded. The though, no eleven-year old, of mine, to collect and share smiles.