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  • Tennessee Blues

    "If I had my way I'd leave here today
    and move in a hurry"

    Bobby Charles wrote a song
    years ago that sounds great
    in a car with windows
    at half mast

    on a road that starts
    with a painted rooster
    and ends with a hungover penguin.

    The web of words,
    the country swing
    with a rusty chain and ripe
    peaches on the ground
    mashed beneath our feet,
    your warm and dark features
    give chase to a wall of kudzu.

    We lit our way with twine and sage
    dissolved in a well of wine
    reduced by the afternoon heat,
    softened with lamb's milk,
    where red clay
    makes a great pie
    and water rings surround

    children with laughter, echoing.

    You've taken all the fun
    out of love, made a green
    meadow into a plush
    pin cushion, when again
    will you hold a glass to your
    cheek and see me in the curve?
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