Elegy for the Appalachian Summers of My Childhood
Elegy for the Appalachian Summers of My Childhood For the smell of honeysuckle & the itch of poison ivy,for the sun-baked sweat stains on the armpits of our tank tops. For the bumpy toads that blinked at us as we clutched them& the slimy ones that slipped from our fingers. For the July fourth festival …
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