With the sweat of icons and glistened pearls in stone,
she wept for lambs lost, generations plowed under and
sweet potatoes that sun themselves.
This south, sweet heritage of folds, of historical nuance
and terrible crimes.
Lay with me tender, find coolness of the sheet and
breathe the mist of sad songs and foolish loves.
2010 Barry Comer
Jul 3, 2010
Jul 3, 2010 at 4:13 PM UTC
With the sweat of icons and glistened pearls in stone,
she wept for lambs lost, generations plowed under and
sweet potatoes that sun themselves.
This south, sweet heritage of folds, of historical nuance
and terrible crimes.
Lay with me tender, find coolness of the sheet and
breathe the mist of sad songs and foolish loves.
2010 Barry Comer
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