Washing to be done

For all my festival family May 22nd How many memories have you blown dry? Hung up, pegged out, airborne remembrance signs, So many billowed sheets, sailing not tied, Standards and pennants, bright flags of all kinds. Washed clean of their woodsmoke perfume bouquets, The tales of long nights, and nights of long tales, The sunscreenContinue reading “Washing to be done”