Lilac Thieves
Late April, lilacs choke froward air and after dark you ford the metal threshold into my cottage with a handful, thick stems clumping in your fist, hold them like an offering, Get over this. They smell so second chance. […]
Late April, lilacs choke froward air and after dark you ford the metal threshold into my cottage with a handful, thick stems clumping in your fist, hold them like an offering, Get over this. They smell so second chance. […]