July 1, 2012
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Drought II
How easily
rinteramingliesn
rainUp from the Gulf Coast
Where bare bottoms first touch the sand
Fish cells that land in farm fieldsWhere you took your first step hobbling
Playing with the oil
Until your mother took you awayNot drinking the water
Looking at the drains
Trash with no where else to goYou can see it moseying across from the West
Depositing into aquifers
We are so ungrateful untilIt is
It is
It is
Where ideas go to die
Dirt cr-
um
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Comments (8)
Nice work. I like the feel of this.
rinterminglies? Love how the last stanza plays out and keep expecting to be accompanied by a trash and mud sandcastle of some McMansion. heh. VERY nice, indeed, N E L SO N.
"Where bare bottoms first touch the sand" reminds me of that naturist picnic you went to.
@distractedbyzombies - It seems you are the only one
@SandraErickson - I combined the word rain and intermingles...McMansion mud castle...
@Roadkill_Spatula - Which one?
@HereLiesNelsontheGreat - The one I wrote about for your birthday when we were supposed to write about you being naked in public.
@Roadkill_Spatula - how could I forget?
@Roadkill_Spatula - hey: I wrote a naked birthday poem, too. (I wondered why - it is good to know that there is some logic to the madness)
would you repost it? I don't remember reading it.
@SandraErickson - I posted it on two consecutive birthdays but I'll give you the link: http://roadkill-spatula.xanga.com/739948503/a-narrative---in-honor-of-nelsons-birthday/