Three Piles of Red West Texas Dirt
The fun pile of memories
In the heat of childhood visits
where there was no pain or struggle
only picnics and watermelon
walks in the dry red river
swimming in the cold
spring fed pool
The pile of gossip and pain
who owes who what
who left who, when and for whom
the despair of
no water
no job
is too much
wind and heat take over
The pile of dreams
moved around
piled up
pushed down
endless attempts to preserve
when red turned hight contrast
to the remains of cotton
scattered in the field
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Again I say, these are drenched in sepia tones and extremely well written.
What Coleman said. And those last 3 lines are killer.
I liked the tone of each pile of memories was unique describing the same place.
Like a black and white print, hand-colored. Great.