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{December 18, 2011}   Southern Speak

south of the border

sticky sweltering hot summer afternoons in the dog days of summer
sweat pooling and dripping off your lashes
it’s not the tears that make you sting

the guys on the basketball court making slam dunks
being very careful not to glance at the girls on the sidelines
scoring is just too important right now

vast fields of corn with crows flying overhead
fields of puffy cotton boles bursting open freeing white fairies
that dance atop red clay fields
being careful not to go there
because you’ll stain your brand new clothes
your mama just bought at the flea market

lazy days on the shore of the river
just watching the waves created
by the huge riverboat barges
carrying coal to exotic places

the gnats at the shore annoy me
the problem with this place is there are no orators
I want to hear the stories of the riverboat captains
but they’ll probably never pass this way again

coffee at the diner every morning at nine
two eggs with biscuits and gravy
making sure you leave a tip for hazel
who works so hard to make ends meet
don’t say anything but she’s a new divorcee
she wears her v-neck just a bit low
but she makes a lot in tips

tea parties in the afternoon with cookies
that only grandma knows how to make
but everyone has to be gone by 5
because daddy is coming home and
mama is going to make some mint julips for their night
on the back porch swing

quiet…
lots of heat and quiet…
locusts serenading the summer’s eve
while sitting behind a mosquito net
sweat…
and stillness…
and stickiness…
night flies flashing yellow bursts of light in the darkness
and rivers that lead to eternity…

tuning into heaven at midnight
nobody else knows about a.m. radio
is that french or spanish
is this aruba or uguguay
is felipe netting fish in the bay
or is juan delivering speeches to the masses
i wonder….

caves hidden in forests
afternoons looking for arrowheads
and salamanders hiding under rocks in the stream

bike rides on gravel roads
just knowing you’d better be home
before nightfall
waves and hellos from people you’ve never seen
and from those whom you’ll never know

MichelleK.

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