Sherry S #41 Aug.10.13

“Poetry, the perfume of resistance.” Lawrence Ferlinghetti

At dusk, at the time when it’s neither day
nor night and the lake whispers secrets
indecipherable but close to what you think
you need to hear
There are rumours on the wind and much
as you might like to ignore them
and go inside, lay down your weary head
Each evening you find it more impossible
Find yourself nodding off on the deck…


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