Matthew Patterson Poems

And should it rain today I dare not run but maybe duck beneath the dripping leaves of Ginkgo-fun and watch the wisdom run along the pavement passion beats; from street-chess benches above them hung the wind-tied flags in youthful fashion; they signify the times and magnify the rhymes of a swirling city with seven hills.

And if the sun should choose to come, we would not lose our sight.We would not fight the glaring beauty, reflections of our nights; whose images perchance the dreams of ancient pilgrims foraging these western streams for the simple freedom of living.
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