end of July, poems

end of July — hearing the cicadas above the traffic ________________ end of July — dog waiting for cars in the shade ________________ end of July — rust on the gate creaks

Kid safely home

Peter has made it back home here this morning, fresh from the wilds of NYC. He has nothing but awful things to say about the airline that cancelled his flight last night for no good reason, but he seems to have forgotten all of that in the reunion with parents and chihuahua. He and his Continue reading Kid safely home