That brown southern water
Hiding, so deftly, the monster turtle.
In one quick snap,
Your finger is gone.
Just doing his job I guess.
I’m sure he’d have made
One hell of a defendant
At Nuremburg
Brown water
Showing me myself in shades
Darker than I should be
But it’s still, obviously, painfully,
Me.
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This is what i love about being in the south. I havent been inspired to write about nature since i left. It is gorgeous out here in Cali, but i gotta say that there is something mystical about the swampy, muddy, deathly quiet wood back there- especially the rivers. They just feel prehistoric. I have written countless little ditties about Tallahallee creek, and the alligators and skipjack and crazy wildlife that surround it all. And i think they always come out as a little more inspired than anything else.
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