Poetry · Writing

Light Trial

You sang it best on that peach

Summer afternoon to the breeze

blowing your words across the beach.
Don’t stop, don’t freeze-

be here tonight don’t overreach.

Lay at ease
and listen to her preach

watch her reprise

this freedom of speech.

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