August 39th

August 39 August. Caramel sky seething screeching belching forth with all it’s froth. The birds. The ridiculous color. The squinting, the panting. The human ways. The ridiculous jokes. The scathing- earth, the corruption. All the heat and the corrosive talk. Who can help from being just a little bit anxious? What will autumn bring? Bluster … More August 39th