weed killer

weed killer

A Poem by J. Randall Dodd

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

leave pea-green stains that won't wash.

© 2010 J. Randall Dodd


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J. Randall Dodd
J. Randall Dodd

Paragould , AR



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