Runnig with buckets will never mean the same
By Sarah Thames
@iamwhoiam87 (5)
Baton Rouge, Louisiana
July 7, 2013 7:18pm CST
We saw the buckets approaching
faded red plastic sloshing droplets of gumbo water.
Bony legs dirtied and caked with youth
and the good bacteria...
the kind which defeats the bad.
We saw the sweat glistening on the back of a ratted t-shirt
thrown on in haste to beat the mornings first hot finger pinches
In one pocket baggies filled with chopped gourmet hotdogs and processed turkey meat
slimy with age.
"What in the hell," we said,
our guts burning with envy
an ache set too deep even to touch our grown up mouths
"Look at that crazy bird chirping over twelve crawfish"
Our words spilling out like bullfrog croaks.
We picture ourselves running with gumbo water filled red plastic buckets
but we already know how brittle our thimble imaginations have become...
"aaayyy that one needs a bath."
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