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Sunday, 22 August 2010
August 22
Took a look outside the other day.
Wondered what haze meant.
East on the former 25th.
By now the smoke from Williams Lake had reached me.
Found the nearest house red,
old Broad street turning.
2 comments:
Brenda Schmidt
said...
Ah, haze. Love this post. That red house.
22 August 2010 at 10:32
Hammie
said...
Nice poem -- red house/smoke/sad old fence.
23 August 2010 at 23:11
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Gerald Hill's 7th poetry collection, Crooked at the Far End, appeared in 2020, from Radiant Press.
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2 comments:
Ah, haze. Love this post. That red house.
Nice poem -- red house/smoke/sad old fence.
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