Wednesday, June 25, 2008

a poem a day? or maybe one a week? we'll see...

Georgia, the whole day through

The red ant hills make
my yard a war zone...little

And the Georgia heat looms,
curling under my

sweat dripping from my

and I have the Big Dipper
and Orion (who can remember the other ones?)
bitten into my legs.

These seem like nothing
now that I know
about the scorpions.

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