and sometimes we would dance in the stone street
sometimes I would put my head on his shoulder
and wonder what sadness there was in the world
when the sun could be so warm
when the island flowers could smell so summer strong
when people could dance with such grace
when my heart had a thousand chances left
Amy Turn Sharp, extract from #82 her series, a poem a day for a year.
I love this woman's poetry. There have been so many treasures so far. I'm looking forward to spending a year reading her.