Riffing Yesteryear

~ I hear the birdsong,   thrilling. I see the young girls,   thrilling. And still!   I was just   as willing.   All of that    was  yesteryear.   There’s no sense   regretting; there’s nothing   besetting; the here and the now,   where we live.   Forget it.    It’s gone. […] Continue reading

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