Long Sweltry Poems

I was a celebrated, dramatic mime artist, an art developed in ancient Greece;
I took folks on flights of imagination, like cushy, butterscotch clouds of fleece.

So beloved was this art called re-creation, that it had for...

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in a dream -
Mississippi, the 50's
lone hike on a sweltry spring-tide day
rolling fields of cotton and wheat
cauliflower clouds like lazy old men
creeping across a buttery haze …
as I walk, I tickle the tops of the...

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One of those humid, hard-to-breathe summers
when flowers bloom across meadows and fields.
Fireflies glow at night to songs of hummers,
cicada; whose loud army never yields

Days at the beach, building castles of sand
Fishing trips to catch and...

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