Poor Choice
A habit making heat-wave worse.
Tag: poem
In Café Napolita
Is masked th’moon’s cratered plight beyond the wisp-white atmosphere.
A Sonnet On The Harbourside
Outside, upon the paved ‘n railing-ringed walk – sheltered – way, where Sunday patrons sit, the sun, through th’river’s auld reflection sings on th’wooden slats below the Cascade Steps.
