Some mornings we take fog too seriously, like a school bus strobing its route more slowly than by rote, more the pace of a
He had asked and in reply— swallowtail, joe-pye weed, balloon flower, skipper —the boy recalls a beach where his father is teaching the perfection
The grass has added tent to its vocabulary The air: shuttlecock And the lowest limbs of the crabapple: boy Published in Cider Press
