The Best Tlacoyos in Chickasawhatchee. A Poem by R.W. Haynes
Back before he was extinct, I mean, of course, The Great Common-Sense Woodpecker, bless his heart, You could sit here on the porch, sober as a judge, And watch pterodactyls chasing the bugs Back and forth around the glowing moon. Back then, that is, before it all went to hell, That boy from