4.3.22: Effeuiller la marguerite

Cotton and the moon, Warmth, earth, warmth, The sky, the sun, the stars, The magnolia-scented South.                 — Langston Hughes She loves me not:  The dark, even numbered petal proclaimed unwanted by her  unforgiving grasp, only released from  the antebellum pinch of pale thumb  and forefinger, so I could ride an exhaled, bittersweet wind  to this Rust Belt state … Continue reading →