Before
The line of white school toilets, with their cold, wooden
seats, remind us of our youth, and welcome penny treats
So much has happened since then; it’s ok to be gay, and
ok to be black (even if your’e not)
And when we watch another with desire, we think,
”why wait?” we know the touch, the taste, the smell.
But when a torpid jet, flames across the sky, we watch
the curling vapour trails and wonder when we’ll fly?
And sweet wood-smoke, nostalgia’s fire,embroiders
deep the scene, while memory, an Imp, stokes high the
pyre, spooning rhythm to our paean
Copyright © Peter Lewis Holmes | Year Posted 2015
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