On the day they threw Bin Laden's body to sea:
a delightful and delicate breeze blew through the sunshine,
I burnt my back planting rows of Jarradales, Butternuts, Delicatas and Bloody
Butcher,
the green of May was markedly different from the green of April,
the electricity for my lovely house was meticulously mapped out by the electrician
and his curly haired gal,
I drank cold spring water all day long,
and carpenters hooted and hollered "America-woo!" while nailing the last bit of siding
to the east side of the house.
2 comments:
I can't put a finger on it, but I really like this post.
Masterful handling of this topic Dana. Damn you're GOOD.
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