Christine Poem by Ian Keenan
Christine
Lost in a moment
Summers ago;
White blouse
Down at breast,
Streaming hair
Black even on arms;
Hay dust kicked in rainbows,
Breaking straws beneath
Her back;
Her love pink and
Satin black,
Unsullied,
Unopened in the sun,
The memory never broken
Wednesday, January 6, 2016
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