Southern Charm
Lies saunter through bent brow’d occasion,
teasing the elegant disposition of
wilting Dixie flowers.
Glass clinks together,
in unison with a common cackle.
Snakes in the grass;
Coming to suck their eggs,
but there’s no ruffled feathers here.
It’s just another warm southern night,
amid the fire;
Nature will take it’s course.
-James Kelley 2013, All rights reserved.
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