delilah contrapunctal.... yes, that's how I intended to spell it.........


Love And Noonday Onions - Poem by delilah contrapunctal.... yes, that's how I intended to spell it.........

if

I hadn't married a Texan

I wouldn't know

they existed

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 '>)

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Poem Submitted: Friday, August 6, 2010

Poem Edited: Friday, August 6, 2010


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