I wrote about walking during the day, as it now noon here. Outside It’s an oven outside The air mostly just hot, still, what you might expect at noon near the summer solstice on a desert island. Onions are frying in ghee for someone’s lunch,…
24 Poems ~ 24 Hours
I wrote about walking during the day, as it now noon here. Outside It’s an oven outside The air mostly just hot, still, what you might expect at noon near the summer solstice on a desert island. Onions are frying in ghee for someone’s lunch,…