Last smells of summer
Citronella Moonlight blank newsprint across the lawn, Three-quarters moon, give or take, empty notebook, no wind. When it’s over it’s over, Cloud crossing moon, half-clear sky, then candle-sputter, shadow-crawl. Well, that’s a couple of miles down the road, he said to himself, Watching the moonlight lacquer and mat. Surely a mile and then some, Watching […]
