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Saturday, May 22, 2010

Another Tribe


Old Christmas lights hang
from trees in the backyard.

Lightning bugs prick
bright holes in the night air.

We are six or seven sitting
around an outdoor table.

Empty plates. Full bellies.
Long talking in the dark.

This is how tribes are born.

2 comments:

  1. The Rambling TaoistMay 22, 2010 at 5:45 PM

    This entry brought back memories of a certain lake house in Hot Springs and all the family, most passed on, enjoying companionship on a summer's eve.

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  2. HK StewartMay 27, 2010 at 11:59 PM

    RT:

    Kind of makes you miss Arkansas, doesn't it.

    H. K.

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