From The Neighborhood Guru’s Confessions, Steve Hatfield
Michael Diehl, Rapture From The Neighborhood Guru’s Confessions In June the brute August sun burst into the sky, and stayed; lawns up and down the block recoiled, then retreated beneath brown covers, and held out, while weed grasses, eager to live, too, moved in. My sympathy went to my set-upon lawn, crying for water, […]
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