On Writing

Poem 247 – Last nights of summer

Last nights of summer last weekend of summer calls for late night windsor pizzamaking traditions in chewy dough & melted Galatistuffing mouths with sweet & salty filling bellies before bedas the last Saturday of summer vacation slips intothe tomorrow of a new yearthat begins in the sultry monthof September – Crayola marker stripesvibrant, promising, not… Continue reading Poem 247 – Last nights of summer