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Quintessential East Texas August
Earth cracking hot, dusty,
Desolated until farm house.
Two young children, one of each.
Under a shade tree, a 'make do' stand.
Smiling, waving, waiting, hoping.
Sparse traffic on FM 1677.
Have they sold any?
Slowing, still too fast, wave.
Feeling their rejection inside.
Few seconds, way down the road.
Too far to turn around?
And miss those smiles, the joy?
Never too late to feel happiness.
No choice, quick U-turn.
Bright sun-tanned faces, smiling.
' What would you like? ...