At Summer’s End
At Summer’s End The Bend, the fold The towel lies there wet and cold. The Splashy Blue The hue, the joy The crazy chaos floating toy. The Heated Feet The Seat, the bake… Continue reading
At Summer’s End The Bend, the fold The towel lies there wet and cold. The Splashy Blue The hue, the joy The crazy chaos floating toy. The Heated Feet The Seat, the bake… Continue reading