Juniper
I first met you, heard you on a beach in Cornwall, Jennifer;
I fourteen, you, a soft, mellow chanted, sybaritic siren.
Still, the Hurdy Gurdy man stopped, looked across, smiled at this boy.
Copyright © Terry Miller | Year Posted 2025
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