love and Noonday onions
I hadn't married a Texan
I wouldn't know
dark cinnamon soil
silk trees everywhere...
acres of pecans
no-see-ums... red, like the itch/sting place after they getcha
sudden heavy sky
raindrops the size of twentyfive cent pieces....there and gone in two minutes
funny what sticks and what doesn't.....well, it all does, minutes, hours, words, music....
this is what decided to surface.....was thinking about garlic.....these words followed....funny.....
*the onions, not Texans '>)
Comments about this poem (love and Noonday onions by delilah contrapunctal.... yes, that's how I intended to spell it......... )
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