Megan Baldrige I’ve been awaiting you,dear friend June:you who woo me,make me swoon. Sashay over, show me shimmer;Let’s bust hot moves, let’s get glimmer.Give me sun, I’ll show you skin;let’s open doors, stay light late, let fresh air in. But, I beg you, my...
Megan Baldrige Last yearflowingwith water,a humble hosesaved me,the gaillardias and hollyhocksfrom deathby sunstroke. This helpful hosetripped mewhen I forgot towater thirsty tomatoes,whispered to meat nightmid-gardenup to my bedroom. “Turn on the faucet”I...
