Promised Land – A Re-Post

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Springtime
in the rural South land;
soon it will he hot and moist
like four teenage girls
in short shorts
sitting on a mat
in the gymnasium
trying to look sultry

A well seasoned town
with septic tanks
gators and armadillos
Friday night lights
churches and clean living
where everyone is drunk or high
bored or in pain

varicose veins and tourists
Canadian snow birds
pony tails and herpes
shopping at Walmart
camouflage clothes and white bread

afternoon rains
starry starry nights
blurring the lines
between the horizon and poverty.

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photo is mine – taken behind my house

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About toritto

I was born during year four of the reign of Emperor Tiberius Claudius on the outskirts of the empire in Brooklyn. I married my high school sweetheart, the girl I took to the prom and we were together for forty years until her passing in 2004. We had four kids together and buried two together. I had a successful career in Corporate America (never got rich but made a living) and traveled the world. I am currently retired in the Tampa Bay metro area and live alone. One of my daughters is close by and one within a morning’s drive. They call their pops everyday. I try to write poetry (not very well), and about family. Occasionally I will try a historical piece relating to politics. :-)
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2 Responses to Promised Land – A Re-Post

  1. Keeping it real! Thanks Toritto! ..and nice view!

    Liked by 1 person

  2. beetleypete says:

    ‘Camouflage clothes and white bread.’ Great line, Frank. Sums it all up.
    Best wishes, Pete.

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