Youth passes, repasses

 

youth passes, repasses

the smell of water fights

on summer concrete

 

This poem was written in response to a Proustian moment in the recent warm weather. And, to finish, here’s The Stone Roses, briefly –

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Slithery

 

slithery rainbows

in grey puddles and at their end

black gold lies

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This poem was written in response to Carpe Diem Time Glass #16, Rainbow, another great prompt hosted by Chèvrefeuille at Carpe Diem Haiku Kai. All of the poems in the link-up can be read here. And, to finish, here’s a song about ungolden gold by the Stone Roses –