I’m taking you to the beach,
down South Carolina backroads
tree-canopied byways,
portals to another place
and time, that honeydripper
spending golden moments
at lacy, scallop-edged intervals,
breathing the pluff mud
under Spanish moss-draped live oak arms dangling bracelets of green light in our path
tidal creeks and rivers whispering under bridges suspended low,
craving the kiss of salt water
before the full embrace of the ocean erases the ersatz years from the lines around our eyes,
becoming fresh and new, shining like pennies
in the sunshine of the pinnacle of youth,
below sea level.
About the Creator
Harper Lewis
Intrusive rhyme bothers me, except as a weapon.
Intertextuality is my passion.
Formalist/ New Critical are my guiding theories.
My words are mine, not a robot’s.
MA English literature, CofC
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