
The Want In Me Has Not Broken
The bees are quieting. Pretty colors other than deep green birthed by spring are beginning to wilt. Summer is a hovering haze just above the treetops, dense with the threat of stifling damp heat. That haze will gradually drop, lower, lower, to glossed lip-level. Inhale and slow heavy gulfstreams thicken in the lungs, exhale what […]
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