On a hot summer day the drone of a single plane flares the parched grass up into a familiar crackle,
often when the bugs and birds are too sore to sing.
There are dead corn beetles on the roof
and the wineberries are watching my every move.
Oct 6, 2020
Oct 6, 2020 at 10:38 PM UTC
On a hot summer day the drone of a single plane flares the parched grass up into a familiar crackle,
often when the bugs and birds are too sore to sing.
There are dead corn beetles on the roof
and the wineberries are watching my every move.