Wednesday 4 October 2017

A breathless garden ...



This afternoon, I felt the paleness of my skin - 

My clothes were covering a body made of smoke - 

I saw a young black woman walking down South Street - 

She had wild beautiful hair - 

Before her gaze the small shops became gorgeous palaces - 

The gentle town became a breathless garden - 

Flowers spread their petals under a midnight sky - 

The moon hung like a promised fruit amongst burning stars - 


15.00
Wednesday 4 October 2017

South Street 
Wareham 

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