Prayer for the underdog
The sun warmed our skin, the water lapped around our feet as we walked the shore of Lake Michigan. Late July and the water finally
The sun warmed our skin, the water lapped around our feet as we walked the shore of Lake Michigan. Late July and the water finally
I raise the garage door, thick with spiderwebs from the night’s arachnid frenzy, and let the sun enter the darkened space. My bike glints in
Wade in the water Wade in the water, children Wade in the water And God’s gonna trouble the water Years ago an astrologer looked at
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