It is summertime
Today
And the lyricist writes
The livin's easy
Even though I see no jumping catfish or high cotton
(And I wonder at the metaphor of cotton
If there is one)
I have seen the summers
I have felt the sun beat upon my back
Beading sweat upon it
That runs thence down the crack of my ass
And down the backs of my legs.
I have watched as the air shimmers
The rolling limestone of the Texas Hill Country
Clad in oak and cedar as another lyricist writes
Giving back what Helios has offered
I have felt the febrile air
And I have to wonder if the world perceives itself
As infected
For where I have pus, I there have fever
Are we the dead white blood cells
Or that which they seek to drive away?
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