Stan Petrovich

Rookie - 208 Points (10/27/1950 / Fort Riley, KS)

Dead Of The Day - Poem by Stan Petrovich

The palo verde bugs screeching
In some unseen green tree
Near a dry wash
The heat simmers the air at 112 degrees
Sand hovers in a man's shoes
And his death looms like the little
Green worm crawling up his bare leg

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  • (9/10/2012 9:57:00 AM)

    I feel like this right now. Expressed well.
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Poem Submitted: Saturday, September 1, 2012

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