Maire Fisher

Late Sunday afternoon

Late Sunday afternoon:
Old gentlemen walking in the park,
talking back the years,
the faded good times.

Old gentlemen walking in the park:
What's left of life?
Faded good times
in black & white stills.

What's left of life:
Gentled echoes
in black & white, stilled,
a past long passed.

Gentle echoes:
talking, taking back the years.
The past's long past
and it's late:
           late Sunday afternoon.

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2 comments on “Maire Fisher

  1. I am searching for Janey in your words. I have been dreaming about her. She is sitting patiently waiting for me to see her. “Just talk to me,” she smiles.

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