A Piece of My Childhood
Creosote
smells of Summer to me
tangy
brash.
Hot
planks beneath my bare feet
burns
just
a little.
Pony
tail kissing my shoulders
tangled
blonde
streaks.
Whirs
of cicadas serenade the sun
high
pitched
tseeee.
Gravel
driveway stretches between
dusty
full
of agates.
Old
Minnesota farm house beckons me
welcoming
loved.
All
my Summers
tangy
brash.
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