east and over the Woodlawn Bridge
Aug 23, 2021
the low slung sun greets us
hanging over the fairgrounds
the August haze trying to fool us
into believing it’s an autumnal sky
the low slung sun greets us
hanging over the fairgrounds
the August haze trying to fool us
into believing it’s an autumnal sky
Poet. Fictioner. Essayist. Riverboat Fireman and watchman. Bit of a Grackle.