Dancing in Gramma’s Yard
A summer evening in Gramma’s gazebo. She let me sleep on a cot. No sisters about, my very own room,...
A summer evening in Gramma’s gazebo. She let me sleep on a cot. No sisters about, my very own room,...
Up in the mulberry tree the world was well. Her limbs so rich and tawny gave me seat and grip....
I was tucked beneath the bushes in back of Grampa’s garage. Shaped like hearts, each lilac leaf. I drew them...
They stood in the sea, a circle of dolphins at midnight. The waves were warm and they blessed her...