“Sticks” Summer sticks carry more weight. They beat off the nearing Fall. In the hands of my children, sticks are swords, wands, guns, and marshmallow roasters. Dry and brittle, sometimes lively and unable to be snapped. Sticks adorn the paths of lazy summer. Sometimes…
“Lush Stalks” out for stepping, greenway gains. Khakis pick up, moist grass stains. cut grass smells, weeds need weeding. wishing wells, waves receding. rows for hiding, hot hay fever. vinyl siding, my redeemer.
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