by Sonia Nicholson ‏‏‎ ‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎ at the door leave the dirt the bitter pine out back dear let me hold  your pretty feet on my lap (yes, Pretty) please i don’t mind the cold ‏‏‎ ‎ because toes take hold when beaches fill the screen the sand  scours your rough edges. rip away … Continue reading bare