Wednesday, November 28, 2018

Drift



The reflection of lost thoughts-
retrieved moments
progressively foments,
for what I sought,
was a glimpse I caught 
through a passing window, I bought
and the faded memory I fought
now lost in a pint of malt. 

 - John Hardesty 
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