High Summer
Towels on the Line
–-This poem reflects on towels drying in the summer breeze, where ordinary household life becomes filled with warmth, motion, and the simple…
High Summer
–-This poem reflects on towels drying in the summer breeze, where ordinary household life becomes filled with warmth, motion, and the simple…
The Long Light
–-This poem reflects on an open screen door as a simple threshold where summer enters the home through sound, air, and familiar…
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