Poetry Blogs (2019, Avondale)
You wake me early, with a kiss-scapade and your eyes bright like the morning light that snuck through onto my pillowcase.
You open my car door with a knowing grin, and I make ridiculous guesses, but you refuse to reveal your plans.
First, across the bridges of Jacksonville, to historic Avondale, where old-Florida gardens and old-money mansions show us their frills.
My first time at the Fox, a v...
Friday 20th September 2019 4:34 am