Missed, in Any Weather The farthest thing from my mindwhen I’m chipping awayat the frozen layer on my drivewayon a chilly, mid-Missouri February morningthat, as usual, has as much rain as snowis to wish for more of the same.But here I am on a ninety-six degree dayin August crossing a Target parking lotas I wade … Continue reading Missed, in Any Weather ~ memoir poetry ~ with audio