They stepped down into cool continual wind
that smelled like wet rocks but caressed their faces.
The pit was dark. But even when the eye
adjusted there was nothing there to see.
All day the white hat stayed above somewhere.
There was no better place to spend July.
There was no
|2018||The Old Woman & the Moon||Michael Bazzett|
|2018||That's the Job||Edward Hirsch|
|2018||The Task||Edward Hirsch|
|1922||The Shropshire Lad, III||A. E. Housman|
|1918||To My Ward-Sister||Vera Brittain|
|1916||Sonnet II||Alan Seeger|
|1918||Red Cross Work||Amelia Josephine Burr|