musings upon “lara’s theme”, unapologetically late for a certain day in february

So we have remained, with the constancy of stubborn and vestigial elms,
Through any number of moons and Junes,
Equally as many improbable springtimes,
Madnesses of petunias and potholes,
But with a fidelity relatively unstrained, untested, Continue reading “musings upon “lara’s theme”, unapologetically late for a certain day in february”