Muskoka muskoka calls me like a secret loverher yearnings gripping the edges of busty winds& jumping into the soft spot under my earlobes – patient in the tender shadows we had a love affair for three summers…maybe twothe memories are lake blurry – does it matter? time lived differentlyshouldered against tall trees: pine spruce fir hemlock… Continue reading Poem 124 – Muskoka & May Event Round-Up & WEreads!