The Start of The Dog DaysIn the dog days of summer as muslin curls on its own heat And crickets cry in the black walnut treeThe wind lifts up my life And sets it some distance from where it was.Meena AlexanderPost not marked as liked
In the dog days of summer as muslin curls on its own heat And crickets cry in the black walnut treeThe wind lifts up my life And sets it some distance from where it was.Meena Alexander
