How the evening air hangs heavy but I twinkle fairy light, watch the world as it runs for cover I hide under cloak of night Folks huddle for summer's...
At last air can no longer hold its breath no longer hover like meniscus on a scum-green summer's lake where pondskaters dance trip on tippy toes for...
Birthdays. We don't pick 'em. But suddenly, HALLO WORLD! Here I am! Poor world. Probably didn't have much choice about our appearance on its various...