Showing posts from November, 1996

A Southern Afternoon

The sun lazily melted through the muggy air, Down to the swampy marsh. On a moss-covered bank, I sat - swatting away mosquitoes. The air was suffocatingly sultry, and My shirt clung wetly to my skin - I was waiting. A gator slithered through the muddy water, Toads chirped their mating song, A fish jumped, Still I sat - waiting.