shucks,
when stepping into
a deep
puddle on the street.
pulling the word out of some
far region
of the
verbal storage bin
in my
brain.
she says, huh?
did you just say shucks?
to which i say,
dang right,
sugar britches.
sticking with the theme.
well golly gee, she says,
watching me
as i shake my soggy loafer
and the hem
of my gabardines.
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