George Franklin Poet Ballade

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

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