Frank Beck

Writer and photographer, New York

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I remember these days

I remember these days when they come,/sometime on the edge of summer/and not so interested in its arduous work--/wheat labors up under hot sun somewhere else.

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http://poetry.diehoren.com/2015/03/charm-against-sleeplessness_13.html