a Georgia summerA Poem by joshua deathdealer
Tripping over rows in the cotton fields,
we ran from what everyone thought.
Our sweet teas splashing out with
every step until we reached the huge
live oak that grew its branches out
like a green web, hiding us from the
workers and the passersby.
The heat did nothing to subdue our
passion as we clung to each other
like it was the last time.
Maybe if we would have known that
it was the last time we would have
stayed beneath that old tree. We
probably wouldn't have ran away
from the Georgia summer rain.
Perhaps we would have embraced
it and I could have remained in the
solace of your arms a little longer.
© 2012 joshua deathdealer
Casket City, FL
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