Mistakes
Swim Harry, Swim With the sunrise came the searching within. For the new day gifted light in rays. Upon one regretted mistake alone in its guilt The stump of oak, where dogs with men found scents of lost trust in early orange beams, now unclouded. Sparkling on long forgotten times for some. Though one aching memory was now made clear. Written, gray splashes Ink coloured muddy silt Flag flapping, colour’s of old green. Threadbare was the coat. Appropriate in thought, before last nights swim.... Sign in to see full entry.