Tuesday, January 29, 2019

The Drift


The reflection of a lost thought
A retrieved moment wrought
For what I sought
The glimpse, now caught
A passing window, I bought
The faded memory I fought
Lost in a pint of malt. 

 - John Hardesty 
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