I have packed roomy/
wicker baskets with blues,//
or mostly blues—
Stone Curls (and other poems)
Pandemic and all, I’m cutting my grown son’s hair—outside, late on an afternoon in August.
I have packed roomy/
wicker baskets with blues,//
or mostly blues—
Pandemic and all, I’m cutting my grown son’s hair—outside, late on an afternoon in August.