Poet Laundry

  The last emerald summer popped hot in the pan— buttery, like sweet corn and tomatoes,   like the last sultry twilight I spent ...

  How cozy that morning when the deer were in the yard at daybreak, soft glow from a book light, coffee cup in hand.   How for...

  surrounded by magenta petunias and my friday night lights   it’s patio-perfect in spring   my footfall and yours tiptoei...