Five-minute Poem 6.2016

There’s a breeze in the air and big flowering bushes are taking over the sidewalks much to everyone’s glee, as they peruse the outdoor menus and those windows-full of over priced, raw cotton caftans.   Normal June, plain-old-tourist town. Nothing has changed as the season rolls in.   The world is churned-out, wobbling on its … Continue reading Five-minute Poem 6.2016