Poem: Summer Dreams

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	This poem is included in Jim Freeman's poetry collection THE SMELL OF TWEED AND TOBACCO available here in print or as an e-Book in your favorite formats.