My Irritations, Aggravations and Inspirations

September 5, 2012 “born a Southerner”

born a Southerner”

***

it’s one of those evenings

thick, heavy, nearly liquid

familiar in the south

to folks down here

lying languid beneath magnolia and mimosa blossoms

and a colorless low hanging sky

straining with distant thunder to release cooling rain

a handful of drops at a time

scattered by a teasing breeze

a yellow moon and steam

rises off still warm fields and tarred gravel roads

the din of a million jarflies drowns the song

of the mockingbird and the whippoorwill

the phwup, phwup, phwup of a back-porch ceiling fan

offers relief

not from heat

but from night bugs

I crunch another ice cube

it melts on my tongue

I’m at peace

and thankful

to be born a Southerner

©tlh 9/4/2012

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2 responses

  1. Missing your amazing talent Mr Southerner!! *** x

    September 5, 2012 at 11:17 am

  2. Always enjoy reading your poems.

    September 5, 2012 at 8:53 pm

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