Picking Okra was Before Child Abuse
or
I'd Rather Eat a Possum
By: Tom Wright
8/5/00
Layers of clouds lay overhead,
perhaps a summer rain.
Though tempted to denounce,
as a child, I would refrain.
A carpet of dust surrounds bare feet,
large drops are now falling,
Warm, as they hit my unclad back,
while from a distance, Mother calling.
Thunder cracking,
lightening flashes, at first, just a bit,
and...
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