Three Summers LongA Poem by NevilleThree
Summers Long Do
you ever think back on those
good old days when
we could sleep on the
beach, if we so chose beneath
stars .. And
if it ever dared rain or
to blow even, neath
the warm yet still salty
and rough tarpaulined
hull, of some upturned
old
fisherman’s craft .. And
where, if my memory still
serves, I
seem to recall, we spent three
whole summers just
living and loving like that .. © 2022 NevilleReviews
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