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Summer Chugalug
Backyard dandelions
have parachuted upwards,
on heavenly breezes.
The mower gave them a kick-start,
then they ascended; some to tickle
ears and noses.
Ride along garden cowboy,
your straw fieldhands hat,
is full of sunny sweat.
Old black dog
long past its time,
jiggles its hairy hind -
a hot tamale wagging the sky.
Small town
brown rabbits scoot the air.
Honeybunch arrives with cold beer.
Soon the gas guzzler
will dawdle, decide to die happy,
its clattering engine
between khaki shorts
sputters
upon a stubby green.
Orbiting Sol
dandelion children
return
loaded with raindrops
to wet the whiskers
of a fat tabby cat.
Now where did lumpkins go?
Under the hedgerow
feline gums yawn wide.
Copyright ©
Eric Ashford
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