the sun, like a fan dancer,
hid away again,
easing us with hope of dry days,
reminding us of forgotten chores,
but then, like a phantom,
vanished again.
6.13.17
the sun, like a fan dancer,
hid away again,
easing us with hope of dry days,
reminding us of forgotten chores,
but then, like a phantom,
vanished again.
6.13.17
