I hope everyone has had a good week and is looking forward to the weekend.
My chosen poem this week is by the Saint Lucian poet and playwright Derek Walcott (1930-2017).
Midsummer, Tobago Broad sun-stoned beaches. White heat. A green river. A bridge, scorched yellow palms from the summer-sleeping house drowsing through August. Days I have held, days I have lost, days that outgrow, like daughters, my harbouring arms. Derek Walcott
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