Down The Way Poem by William B. Deutscher

Down The Way

Down the way
we've got bad trouble for two
streaming fast
In Sunday blue.
Every day
we sought some old memory.
spyglass girl,
impossible now to see.
Now play the angles,
matter and thought;
perfection under glass,
but all for nought.

Tuesday, February 20, 2024
Topic(s) of this poem: memory
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