Nine forty five pm

Still hot, Still eighty, Wish it were five, Off to the food bank, In an air conditioned car, Tired of water covering my face, Water trickling down my cleavage, Wishing for the GD Iowa winter to return by leaps and bounds, Still only July, In northern Iowa hears been with us since March, Unseasonaly IowaContinue reading “Nine forty five pm”

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