Trophies Poem by Flak Rackham

Trophies



Trophies from the games we play excite our elder hours.
Photos of forgotten beaus book crushed summer flowers.
Place this in your textbook and on some winter's day.
Exhume it for a moment. Then put my poem away.

POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
I wrote this in college when I had a intuition a romance would not work out. It did not.
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Michael Hoffman 16 December 2012

Now this is pure. Don't stop now.

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Flak Rackham

Flak Rackham

Urbana IL USA
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