Tagged: south

the twin dogwoods in

the twin dogwoods in
our backyard will always have
each other, in the

way the southern magnolia
between them never understood
.
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** in the absence of The Daily Post from WordPress, here’s your daily prompt: dogwoods

when the sun sets at

when the sun sets at
four thirty-seven in the
afternoon, there is

no escaping the temperature
of loss, longing for the south
.
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three days before heading

three days before heading
home, a ball of nerves
tumbles in the chest,
jostled and batted around
like the best
game of post-election
pinball ever played,
where the score is
already in the trillions,
you’re playing right
into enemy territory,
and all the flashing
lights, bells and noise-
makers seem to only make
the ball move faster –
keeping up is essentially
adding so many
zeroes and counting on
that slingshot save
.
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leaning in ever

leaning in ever
so slightly over the pool
of cicada songs,

a ripple in the reflection,
an asynchronization
.
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when the forecast hits

when the forecast hits
possibly snow,
you and i always
return to the Great Blizzard
of Ninety-Three
, how
we made do with what we had –
two digging shovels with the
pointed ends, some southern
summer gardening
gloves, and
sinks and tubs stopped
up with hot water
for the tender
soaking in between
.
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maybe it’s because

maybe it’s because
a southern transplant, newly
city girl should know
a little something
about trucks and
winches, wraparound
porches and rocking
chairs, and the holy trinity
of cajun cooking –
when you said
four-wheel drive,
i leaned in
with etiquette
but not too much
.
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snow in Atlanta

snow in Atlanta
is mostly rumor –
but you and me,
we are more
than mostly
dreamers
.
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in place of the sun

in place of the sun
or the moon
in our town,
we have the
empire state to the
north, the one
world trade
to the south.
in place of the
tranquility of
non-attachment
,
we have anchored
ourselves in the
center divvying
up a flood
of memories
.
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at the end of the

at the end of the
day, no one longs
for the city
the way they
thirst for those
southern summer
nights, lakeside,
sun all at once
inches and
tens of thousands
of kilometers away
from setting, two
systems of
measurements,
hand in hand,
two paces
from falling
.
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in this part of the

in this part of the
country, the sun
unfurls
a heated
wet blanket, an
oshibori of sorts,
as a gesture of
summer’s arrival.
there is, however,
little courtesy
involved, and
the only thing
that feels
wrung are our
withering bodies
.
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