Winter fantasy.


Summer Dreams

Hearing myself in the interview
modest as Sandburg
provocative as Hemingway
smooth as a summer breeze
across the lips of Scott Fitzgerald

Lost in these summer dreams
as snow flies
in the arms of harmless pretention
and I touch the milky skin of fantasy
lingering

Poetry Collection: The Smell of Tweed and Tobacco
This poem is included in
Jim Freeman’s
poetry collection

THE SMELL OF TWEED
AND TOBACCO

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