Summer Poems – Vintage



summer is usual


year after year

I seldom stop

to realize the cycles

in my own life


I just hung out in the

yard to dry some clothes

I wore when I was sixteen


colorful clashing joyful

lightly sprayed to let

the sun iron them

back to life they are


called vintage nowadays




About anna mosca

Artist, poet, photographer, reader, lover, walker, traveler. Feeling in wilderness. Been writing lots of poetry, taking less pictures, teaching a whole lot, traveling less than usual, loving more than allowed, riding public city bikes and not planes, puzzled over paintings. Beside all those forms I am.

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