What a combination
A 30 degree temperature
with sunny, clear skies
The perfect paradox
created by the immortal Not hard to circumnavigate
as long as you bundle up,
keep moving at a brisk pace drifting through memories
brought on by exuberant emotions calculated to
pass time reluctantly.
How we enjoy this deliverance is up to us
as we believe contemporaneous
situations being fostered extraneously by happenings beyond
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Frank Sheehan is a widely published poet having been published since 1996. He was born in Manhattan and currently resides in Long Beach, New York.
Young days start with a nostalgia for a lost freedom Anxiety was the prime suspect. As the age moves on, truth consumes the virtue. I hold this insult in the throes of conscience with tears. The dreams did not last