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by T.P. Wilkinson / August 27th, 2023

Hues of modesty and fatigue (Photo: Faye Sarras)

Blue is my summer
In every way but sad
You held my hand hesitantly
Hues of modesty and fatigue
In distant gardens overcome
Corrections in the route made
Too hot for runners young
Our thoughts merged in the shade.

T.P. Wilkinson, Dr. rer. pol. writes, teaches History and English, directs theatre and coaches cricket between the cradles of Heine and Saramago. He is author of Unbecoming American: A War Memoir and also Church Clothes, Land, Mission and the End of Apartheid in South Africa. Read other articles by T.P..

This article was posted on Sunday, August 27th, 2023 at 8:02am and is filed under Poetry.