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A rural world disappearing... Companion piece to my poem "Kudzu".
Rated: Fiction K - English - Hurt/Comfort - Words: 58 - Published: 08-22-11 - Status: Complete - id: 2945668
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Red Clay
Red clay.
People hate that too, I guess.
They wouldn't if they ever walked barefoot on a hot day.
Progress, they call the newly, paved, once-dirt roads
Hot feet, I call them
The clay offers cool, soft stability
I rest my head against it to stop my spinning world
If only for an instant
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