An early poem, inspired by Victoria
Magazine.
Come
June,
I’ll
find my place
in
the sun—
weathered
wicker swing
caressing
wearied limbs
with
evensong,
under
the blossoms and
promises
of summer:
sweet
lemonade
wreathed
with mint
gracing
my tongue,
and
laughter
silvering
the breeze.
Emily Isaacson
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