Pleasure’s wreath no flower

Pleasure’s wreath no flower

What time we had most
Likely wasted & no way
Now of getting back

Afternoon adagio
Into evening as the ever
August into wine

Straw burned winds warm
Azalea, oleander & ruin

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(this poem first appeared in Oxford’s halfcircle poetry journal, Issue 2)

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