Monday, 24 November 2008

Mid-August, Hotel Pool, 1928

Despite the heat,
Henry starts
to shiver.


Jeff Fleming
nibble - a poetry magazine


jem said...

This is great - so intriguing. It feels like the first line of something, and if it was I'd want to read on.

Katherine said...

I really like this one.

nibblepoems said...

it's actually the last line of something. i am working on a collection of poems (with another poet) in which each piece ends with this line.