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Published: 2011-08-17 03:14:46 +0000 UTC; Views: 243; Favourites: 3; Downloads: 2
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The sands of a receding giant,hot with sun, bring no promise.
Pink on the shoulders, forehead a beet:
Lordy, lord we ain't in Kansas anymore;
ain't in the thick of it;
lungs no longer pushed down by wave after wave
of "it's not the heat, but the humidity that gets ya'."
Solemnity overcomes us (pale, nerdy as we are,)
our sense of humor falls bizzarely,
our thinking complicating the dumb, basic things.
Ah, the flowers open, yes the stems turn
and smile but, not a dew drop glistens,
not petal wilts.
Faces held quietly, kids happy
to be seen and not heard.
As one tries cooly to be the business
another, unafraid to be themself, and he,
our oldest, pre-assumed alpha, plays hard to get.
Us against them!
Response at all is near defeat!
Differences make tension, better
not to rock our boats, better to enjoy the silence.
Better, it seems, to play
close to the vest,
close to the pack,
don't stray.
She didn't, though, and
neither have I!
Generous and humble,
lend as helping of hands as
you can and do it with nary a sigh.
"Like a Southern Belle," as always,
good and goodly.