Reading Diane Seuss While Coral Reefs Bleach
Manatee Bay heated like a kettle, while I watered wilting zinnias, yearned to turn back the tick-tock climate clock, only hope won’t deliver the cool I long for firefly nights thrum, oh— what a moon, silvering bluegrass. I shinnied up the Ash tree and afterward, had endless, steamy-mirror-crying showers. I smell the campfire sluicing off tangles, am still tasting grape… Read more →