Playing with poetry, writing from the Delta.
In Northern Mississippi,
folks smile and wave.
They tip their caps
and let you go in front
of them
in line.
In Northern Mississippi,
clouds burst forth
from blue skies
like cotton candy
on sticks of sun-rays.
And when it rains,
it pours,
and dust sticks
in your teeth.
Dogs bark here,
and construction men
grown
in fast Spanish–
I cannot understand–
but I smile to hear it.
In Northern Mississippi,
fears are running out of gas
north of Goodman Road,
losing the state election,
paying higher taxes,
running out of space
for the family
photographs.
“Hi” is “hullo.”
And when you ask me,
“How ya doin?”
I know
you really want to know.
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| Taken last summer…in Northern Mississippi 🙂 |
The Sliver Moon
The crescent sliver moon
shines like honey on a silver spoon.
Its bright star shimmers above,
like a sideways
Turkish flag.
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