Category: Poetry
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Sunday Whirl #251
The Perfection of Pine It’s May. Enter the flowers, and the perfection of pine. The boys are by the lake – it took days for that fish to take the bait. And a perfect silk of clouds screen the burn of the sun, the hours hung slow, though less we couldn’t have cared. I remember…
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A Few Words About Paolo And so he keeps it brief, “Ciao, are you ready?” His rhythmic voice is a bouncing ball — fills the airy momentary gaps with his memorable smile. But he’s working; the chatter is part of the parcel. It’s a living, like acting, role-play, and he’s proud of his centre-of-attention…
It's Still Life 