Time is what we call the brutal miracle that makes us grow old. Certain months of time remind us of falling in love, burying a loved one, or moving into a new house. This week, as we say goodbye to July, reflect on what August has meant to your life. Begin your poem with your childhood, a time of innocence. Then describe how August has changed you and your perception of the world.
Scheduled pub date:
July 30, 2013 - 3:00am