Monday, August 24, 2015


I took a walk down Sunbury Square, off the island to the
left of there : what I found was all I ever wanted. Not a
care. But, undaunted, I remained an absolute silence
and wouldn't share a thing. 'This is my own secret here.'
I'm thinking to myself : the wager stays, the odds are
five to one. Jolly Roger, Summer fare. The plays and
pennants are in the square. Will Shakespeare sang with
Father Dominic. The songs are in the air.
I love a Summer festival : when all those ladies 
in waiting are waiting no more.

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