Burnt Poem by Matt Mooney

Burnt



The mild languor of a passing lady’s look,
Her brown eyes half veiled by the breeze
As she cruised casually past our cool café
On her way to Coogee beach, burned me.

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The ice cream was special there.
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Matt Mooney

Matt Mooney

South Galway, Ireland.
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