Thursday, January 12, 2006

Dirty South

This unfit forgotten garment,
The leftover cotton kingdom.
Now pressed with salted sea and sweat
Across the washboard of land.
Yet, still unclean and pithy worse,
The storm did little good.
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1 comment:

shyloh's poetry said...

Awee perhaps to wash sins away.. Ha. Nice. Hope you are doing well.

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