Arkansas Fireflies
A Poem Celebrating Memories Of Home
Arkansas heat steaming one summer evening
Humid
Fat mosquitoes swimming in our sweat
Long black hair held high in my left hand, my right is a languid fan
Wilting
Dropped my hair and reached for a tall lemonade
Window fans blowing on icehouse cubes in tubs
Salvation
Yellow curtains fighting to come untied
Chicken frying in a cast-iron skillet
Mama
Expert hands like lightning setting out six plates and hot sauce
Storm erupting in north sky, sun unrelenting in south
Hush
Folks say, “Devil is beating his wife”; I hope she's fighting back
Old wingtail car rolling up
Papa
Crunching wet gravel in driveway
Tired papa finally getting home from work at the town mill
Hugs
Children laughing at Popeye and Olive Oyl on the black and white TV, proud papa napping before dinner
Storm over at nightfall, fireflies shimmering like stars
Beautiful
Mama, Papa, Family like fireflies
Heads bowing for grace
Hallowed
Arkansas Fireflies Shimmering
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D. ALEXANDRA PORTER
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At least the rain cools things down. Ah, the nostalgic days of yore. Kind of pains your heart a tiny bit. I enjoyed the memories.