Stings
mud sucks the
honey bee stingers
out of 12 ouchie’s
and Winnie sings
when she fishes
casting without bait
as the sun goes down
the warm light rims the cat tails
frogs jump and the skeeters bite
just another summer day
that slots in my head
a day remembered
it has been a long time
since days mattered enough
to not be forgotten
