THE FIERY CATS
FROM GEORGIA
Not knowing anything at all : 1956 Dodge
sitting in the weeds, and that old Desoto
Fireflite I liked even better. I used to love
that word, and where'd they get it?
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A fire-flite is the lightning bug, afloat
in the evening glimmer. A sound both
descriptive, and naming.
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There's a cotton field nearby, along the
inside edge of what passes here for heavy
traffic - a few farm guys in overalls, now
hitching their pants to the wrangling post
they use as a belt. Getting ready to work
in this sweltering heat. Do they swelt?
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