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heat's heaped upon
intolerable heat.
cotton just seems to prick
more&more
each time picked.
w/each passing moment
..
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roughened,ash-black skin--tired,toughened,calloused negro skin
he's in an once-white,wrinkled t-shirt--now,a speckled,off-white.
sweat..
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today, i took mother to lou emma lake for the
three o'clock start, trying our best
not to be late. we
mustn't be tardy- couched and
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heat of high noon's come and gone.
all that's left is the burning
of tired hands.
wicked weeds!
splattered, fresh cuts of grass tufts
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despondent, lying on asphalt;
a ragged, lonesome
bungee cord stretched past the
point of breaking;
longing for its
other half: i..
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high fructose
corn syrup
mixed w/
soda water--
viewed through your
diaphanous, atlanta-green
bodice... mneme
inspires
..
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l
e
a
n
i
n
g
dogwood
presents
a
mockingbird
singing
blue-jay tunes
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poor w***e
murdered in your prime.
may the flux of river thames
wash over and gently kiss the stain from your lips.
may ..
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a storm approaches from the east. (a strange direction)
the grey that towers above anytown looks
to have mischief on its mind.
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babe's first awkward breath awakened,
taken inward by mother's peaceful lips.
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