On the rise and fall
of the cicada song I
ride the swells–
too hot black top driveway, a
younger mother,
fearlessness and lessons
learned–horns for
Saint Augustine
in the distance.
Literary Agent // Writer
On the rise and fall
of the cicada song I
ride the swells–
too hot black top driveway, a
younger mother,
fearlessness and lessons
learned–horns for
Saint Augustine
in the distance.