The Real-Deal Summer
(11:31p.m. 6/20/21)
no mornings like swollen sponge
no more muckers, swamp rot or
foot fungus….no more shrooms
on croquet lawn, pig weeds to
send down impossible roots
happy maize dies of thrist
baby ducks attack rats
red wigglers surface
daze of dog
Orion goes to bed
locust miner at work
Time begins its march
to dark……..okra likes it
9 thoughts on "The Real-Deal Summer"
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This is like a hot roux-cooked until dark. Love the hope in this place you painted!
What a surprise ending. It made me chuckle.
Pig weed with “impossible roots” – been there! Bright images paint a picture that I enjoyed reading/viewing.
I enjoyed this poem
I like it, too, including the third line
Enjoyed this.
diminished woodpile.
a bona fide rick..
nice poem.
Love your title and all the images to support it!
I enjoyed this poem, Jim.