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Hot August winds Blows across dried yellow grass. The shimmer of heat. Rippling off the blacktop. At a roadside Motel.On the South Dakota Landscape. I see the arrival of An Amish family all, Dressed in Black. Arrive dragging their Simple bags into the room As the door closes. I head inside to escape the heat The smell of sulfur. Rises from the water faucet. Mixed with the smell of Bacon and Eggs frying In an electric skillet. I head out under the overhang. To escape the heat and my parents. Down the way, a boy in Black Hat Black shirt open, White Tee showing. He walks over to meet me. I show him toys I brought, Bored in the blasting heat. We hop across the hot blacktop. Barefoot trying not to get burned. Off to the park, We find The hollowed out carcass. Of an F-16 Fighter Jet, We bonded as pilot and copilot Jetting across the Badlands. We strafed and bombed. Enemy installations. Cutting off troop Supplies. We blasted the afterburners. Breaking the sound barrier. On a hot August afternoon.
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Oct 11, 2014
Oct 11, 2014 at 4:01 AM UTC
BAREFOOT ON BLACKTOP
Hot August winds Blows across dried yellow grass. The shimmer of heat. Rippling off the blacktop. At a roadside Motel.On the South Dakota Landscape. I see the arrival of An Amish family all, Dressed in Black. Arrive dragging their Simple bags into the room As the door closes. I head inside to escape the heat The smell of sulfur. Rises from the water faucet. Mixed with the smell of Bacon and Eggs frying In an electric skillet. I head out under the overhang. To escape the heat and my parents. Down the way, a boy in Black Hat Black shirt open, White Tee showing. He walks over to meet me. I show him toys I brought, Bored in the blasting heat. We hop across the hot blacktop. Barefoot trying not to get burned. Off to the park, We find The hollowed out carcass. Of an F-16 Fighter Jet, We bonded as pilot and copilot Jetting across the Badlands. We strafed and bombed. Enemy installations. Cutting off troop Supplies. We blasted the afterburners. Breaking the sound barrier. On a hot August afternoon.
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Oct 11, 2014
Oct 11, 2014 at 4:01 AM UTC
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