Poem The edge of the dock was where his world began. Not the town. The souvenir shops. The bar with…
If the light were brighter, flowers would fold. Buds are, after all, most loved by bees. And there’s more nectar…
Poem The edge of the dock was where his world began. Not the town. The souvenir shops. The bar with…
If the light were brighter, flowers would fold. Buds are, after all, most loved by bees. And there’s more nectar…