Month: July 2015

In the Course of Human Events.

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Finally, July. Blueberry pie and before that stubby cobs of bi-colored corn. You wear seersucker shorts, gobs of lotion, lake-water skin. Fireflies tickle ankles Blue tongues come out laughing Every year I mean to put up peaches, fly the flag, let the screen door bang behind me as I rush to meet you. Lj/2013 I remember being held high by my father, the back of my head resting on his shoulder, secure in his strength. […]