I ate french fries at that beach many years ago and they were the honest to goodness freshly cut then fried potatoes. Never forgotten that.- In a huge paper cup, overcast, cold ,slight wind and blankets wrapped around our bodies. I had forgotten all about that day-Thank you for writing this!
Your poetry is taking us places. Why is he hiding?
I ate french fries at that beach many years ago and they were the honest to goodness freshly cut then fried potatoes. Never forgotten that.- In a huge paper cup, overcast, cold ,slight wind and blankets wrapped around our bodies. I had forgotten all about that day-Thank you for writing this!