Heat Stroke

August 13, 2010

Golden brown spears of wealth

Crackle in reverence under high noon

Freshly painted candy apple barns

Roast sticky sweet in the sizzling

Summer heat

Tongues sweat with an appetite

For the heart's rhythm and

Grandma's heart stopping fried chicken

And your farmer tanned skin is

Crisp with salt that the

Sweet tea fresh on my lips won't

Wash off