The South Always Rises

by on August 7, 2023 :: 0 comments

Cassandra Wilson/Belly Of The Sun

firing brimstone,
subtle as dozing thunder
drifting down the delta,
lightning lighting up
veins in the sky
and blues in her eyes,

the hot pulse of the south
sliding through the songs
like a knife through skin,
a hot poker through butter

hot as a tamale steaming
in the sun
waiting for her to spit it out
and have done with the south,
enough of the blues;

until next time
they come calling; and she’ll smile
and let ‘em in

editors note:

Can’t say no when a Southern yes comes knocking. – mh clay

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