Alabama Summer

Cold drinks in a wet heat, The bindings of paper a silent retreat Beneath the cool shade of a screened porch Escaping the fiery torch That is the Alabama summer. I'll keep here between these lines of lovers Immersed in worlds entirely other I'd rather live among these brutes of men Than have to venture home again And face this Alabama summer. From the comforts of this ratty chair I'll ken love, loss, and despair. Leafing and leaping through pages One and the same as the heroes and sages I could almost forget the Alabama summer. I reside not upon this wretched mountain, Walking instead through lush gardens with flower laden fountains. Scent of wild lavender in the air, In a land where I'm the maiden fair There is no Alabama summer.