Supermoon before Father’s Day

by Nellie Curtiss . . . The supermoon surprised me tonight  As it hid between the branches of the great Centurion Blue Spruce across from the swell tide Of buzzing lamps canvassing the Alta Fuel station On Main like it was one balloon lamp for the  Corner and diagonal recess yard where  children shriek inContinue reading “Supermoon before Father’s Day”