We were so stoked
that mid-summer
afternoon,
when the crop duster
swooped down
and increased our buzz.
I was compelled
to take off all my cloths,
so I did.
And leaped off the deck
like one of the dogs
disturbing
the cloud of bluegill below.
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Monday, April 23, 2012
August 8th
Labels:
August 8th,
Indiana,
Jeff Tatay,
Lake,
Poetry,
Pond,
Summer
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