Little Pink Roses
Tag: Summer
Cygnus
A whip-poor-will cries out in the distance, with a distinct and eerie song... While up above Cygnus soars, his vast wings star-tipped and strong.
Something
There's something about summer evenings that remind me of you... When the sun begins to retreat so that the stars can come through...
Summer
Copper
2019
Summer 2019 is unforgettable to me... in Minneapolis where I always felt free. Friends with scooters and spilt milkshakes... tobacco shops and drunken mistakes. Uber drives in new-scented cars... with unlikely dives at classy gay bars. Cigarette butts and cold windy nights... hotel keys and blurred city lights. Crooked smiles and shitty leftovers... With a pancake house that fixed the hangovers.
Summer 2021
Devil’s Lake, WI. Picture taken by me 7/21.
Crickets
There were summer nights where it was only you and me... Listening to the crickets and one another breathe...
At the Lake
AO Poetry 
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