Frankie Quinn with a poem from his book Open Gates.
Summer
Odours of the tarmac path
Hang still in humid air
Chewing gum tasted
For the second time around
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Hazy waves crawl sideways
Along a blurred horizon
swaying along
On the melting road.
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Was it always like this?
Was it always like this?
⏩ Frankie Quinn is a former republican prisoner who is now a community activist. He is the author of Open Gates, a book of poetry.
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