Fireflies and humid nights, summer yet to simmer, though memories stumble,spilled time…
After mopping away the yearsvestiges of the teaming shoresI absconded to the redwoods…
A note to my tangled self:Some would say you always knew your beauty was hidden somewhere…
He wants me to eat his words rawwithout salt and pepperand those expired condiments sitting on the shelf…
My distracted words took a tumble down the staircaseI did not expect them to survive,I was…
“It was the best of times, it was the worst of times…It was the spring of…