Acrylic
May/June 2024
A muted invitation
Oh, write me a chapter, one where I am none, the trees lash merrily, the sun is dim, a muted invitation, for me, for you.
The water skeeters
On the water the bugs float, lazily, legs stretched out, looking to grip a stick or stone, camouflaged in serenity, as if, do I have to hide from frogs today?
