Carolina heat sasses humid
at the sun, but the gators
aren’t impressed and fall asleep.
At night, cottonmouths gig
for bullfrogs, and Yazoo snappers
suck algae off water-logged
tree limbs. They bunk with bullheads
in bottom mud.
In the backwater, a thirsty bayou
sips itself, but never to excess. Pine
sap webs my fingers into gar fins,
and chirping tree frogs cover-tune
About Kevin Heaton:
Pushcart Prize nominee Kevin Heaton was born in Kansas, and now lives and writes in South Carolina. His fascination with history and love for the outdoors have led him on a journey to better understand life beyond the city limits. His work has appeared or is forthcoming in 150 publications, including: Raleigh Review, Foundling Review, The Honey Land Review, and elimae. His fourth chapbook, Chronicles, is forthcoming from Finishing Line Press in early 2012. He is a Best of the Net 2011 nominee.