Down South
Sun drips away like butter
butterfly shadows melt across
a rocking chair porch
frosted lime, and smooth, summer shade bleed through,
permeate, settle in every weary bone
Jasmine and hibiscus embrace homesick nostrils
deeply
and scratchy blues records call out
it's all in the game, child
come on home
Copyright © Meggan Rogalski | Year Posted 2005
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