David Whalen

Gold Star - 5,053 Points (5/18/38 / Covington Kentucky)

Root Beer Float Afternoon - Poem by David Whalen

It was one of those
kind of afternoons
When ball games were heard
From open windows

And houses had porches
And porches had swings
Where voices murmured softly
Into velvet humidity

It was the most precious of things
In the most treasured of times
It was a root beer float…
Kind of afternoon


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Poem Submitted: Thursday, December 15, 2011

Poem Edited: Friday, December 16, 2011


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