Dog Days
August 25, 1988
The vapor trails of summer, a distant mower filling the noon as crickets will the night, my shadow on this page. Poems take flight in this heat. My old friend Absence is at the door.
The vapor trails of summer, a distant mower filling the noon as crickets will the night, my shadow on this page. Poems take flight in this heat. My old friend Absence is at the door.