Sun glowing, Dim and red, Through sooty smoke Stinging eyes with Ashes of sacred forests Burned black. Heat […]
Summer
Thick clouds and fog, The color of sun bleached prison walls, stretch from street to sky, An unbroken […]
Ev’ryone alive Was born of their mother’s womb. Spring is in the air. We grow up too fast. […]
John W. Leys 