Here comes the sun, or: Doo-d-doo-doo

Compound Word Verse I walk on, sweating in the heat, down the same old familiar streets, feet suntanned Mediterranean August I spot them through the market dust: sunflowers A young girl with dark tousled hair, umbrella up above her chair wide sunshade As I approach, she turns to me, looking upwards expectantly, eyes sunlit Beguiled… Continue reading Here comes the sun, or: Doo-d-doo-doo →