The all-around view was brambles in a weaving of tree-twigs some like beaks when infant-feeble spring is late in April’s cradle under a vast
No other sky could hold such light, not this afternoon outside Notre Dame where the glow casts all of Paris in Rodin’s marble studio.
The year in Spain, eating pork and kissing dark-haired men, I had a big jaw. I took the peninsula by his waist and held
San Diego doesn’t get much rain, dessert that it is, pretending to be tropical. I meant desert. Pastry suddenly dropped in the dust. Leave