Sunday, 13 May 2012

Afternoon


I love an afternoon
Served hot with the day’s sun
On a flat and empty day
When it lies under the fan
Cooling off in my verandah
While I take a sip of it
Wondering where would my hours go?
To a Morrison or maybe to a Capote
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