Below is the poem entitled A Date which was written by poet
Woolley. Please feel free to comment on this poem. However, please remember, PoetrySoup is a place of encouragement and growth.
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Rushing through lusty August towards
A vault of blue, a longing promise.
It is like waiting for the visiting moon,
The day when the silver light shimmies past
My bedroom curtains, and I will look up
And I will feel the burning of the heart.
Mist will pour down from the Sun
And the same mist will fall from my mouth.
I will no longer be in need and
It will all sliver pass me.