Burnt Bacon

Summer’s peak with nothing more than jus’ heat

The streets swell and sizzle 

black kids cook and frizzle 

Skin crisper than burnt bacon 

Aside of sunny side eggs 

Fried, scrambled, and shaken

It don’t bother them none

They keep runnin’, laugh’n 

til the sun closes in on the horizon 

Skin darker than burnt bacon

Sweet, maple and smoke  

permeating the night sky

They’ll be at it again tomorrow

Fried harder and darker and better  

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One Comment

  1. Regina Pates
    August 6, 2019

    I absolutely love it… Beautiful

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