Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

boys play past dusk
the smell of water
in a garden hose

foggy morning breaths
sun burned off by noon
bay patterns near the coast

the heat of pure sun
black shirt, black pants
sweat of coffee and smokes

still over dragonflies
pretending grass is water
anytime is now

old moored boat
puddles in dank
mosquitoes mate

arkansas woods
indian ghosts
chiggers' revenge