Sunday
SUNDAY
a lifting morning haze
a lay in laze
a murmured rustle of
times and guardians,
voices, tea pot lids
and neighbours kids
arise
and set the drapes
aside
let the sunshine in
a rectangle of green
a frame of English flowers
lovingly proclaim, a
English Sunday morn
" ted is up " Lynne says
"a flirt with tenant "
nubile young ,a
blond high strung
does he impress
I take my coffee
garden bound to
see my older brother
and finesse
Copyright © George Franklin | Year Posted 2015
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