From The Hip Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak
From The Hip
Summer heat, beating down on heads, enjoying a bar-b-que and live band.
Sunglasses sitting on faces, growing redder with every second.
Blotting foreheads with napkins, soaking up sweat from the noon-day sun.
Shooting straight from the hip, portraying life in honest detail, leaving out nothing but lies.
Settling in truth, reveling in it's outstanding rhetoric and bylines.
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4/24/2024 3:31:55 AM # 1.0.0.1119
Wow..Wonderful write...loved reading it.