The Feeling You Get
In, a myriad of cackling voices
The happy shone,
Sprinkled the day,
Left me with joy full in my head
It was, the time, back tracked
The feeling you get
Surrounded
And everything once was !
In that sun, of short shadows,
And stones warm, purpose built
Together, talking, and walking
Back, it may have been then
In 1967.
Copyright © John Lusardi | Year Posted 2021
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