I remember Alabama summers
dripping like sweat on my skin,
melting like the ice cream cones
we’d buy at the outpost
on the edge of town, where
we’d lick our cares away.


(This poem uses the word “outpost”.)

The above poem is being submitted to TS Poetry’s current contest, for a very special prize, and for a very special reason: Omk_tKYhf4c— the book highlighted in this video made a very special book list.  The contest information can be found here. Join in the poetry fun at http://www.tweetspeakpoetry.com.

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