June 14, 2024
Every thing I see is perfect. If only for this infected bite on my thigh and the panting impatience of my bored dog. Dense grass. Blooming clover. Green leaves on lilac and ash. Sinewy spruce. Rippling cedar. The blighted Norway maple out of view at the front, while I slouch over candescent screen, at the table, on the patio, in the back yard. Don't dwell on the sagging plastic shed stained with a... [Read More]