Perhaps somewhere in the South
the myth is real: People sip
mint juleps and watch
the sun set and the night
brings peace.
In my South
someone's music throbs
like a headache
down the street and
the katydids scream all night
in the trees.
Mosquitoes seek to suck
any bare flesh
and no cold drink can drive away
this damned humidity
which lingers all night
and all day again
and forever
at least until fall.
Saturday, July 28, 2007
Southern Summer Night
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5 comments:
Very profound and noteworthy. I especially like the second stanza. I could almost hear the music and feel it throbbing in my head...
Thank You, Princess.
Would You believe that this little verse was born tonight as I took out the garbage?
Nice!
I'd like to see the anthology, when done!
Thank you, Lance! You'll get a free copy since you were first to ask.
Glad to have you back commenting again!
Thank You, Carmen.
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