There was a rumor going around Brockfield Elementary School of an illness that turned children into trees. The spectacle began when Jimmy…
As dark comes down
I walk the path,
We stand alone,
Children of earth
At end of day
Before the dark
A breezy warm midnight in the blue-stoned back-alley behind my house. Amber light pools beneath shed doors — the dull gold trail waterfalls…
So many forget the copper beech