Early Morning
Sorry, I’m still sleeping,dreamingof foothills like focaccia,how we fall into their valleys,intimidated by immensity.Creamsicle sky melts […]
Sorry, I’m still sleeping,dreamingof foothills like focaccia,how we fall into their valleys,intimidated by immensity.Creamsicle sky melts […]
I think of her every Sunday,whispering prayers in Italian.She could silence ambulance sirenswith struffoli on Christmas.She