Rural Georgia
I remember georgia with her hair
curled up in a summer dress.
bug zappers hung in porches
let the humid air curl down further,.
Sitting there or over here next to you watching
the neon apostolic ghost gather in its congregation.
Mesmorized by the inability of the local insects not
to stay away from the light.
Suicidally brilliant in a quick flash gone forever..
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