Hot, sticky and wet,
it calls to me yet.
I try to resist but it persists
this yearnin’, burnin’ need to return
to the land of roots, drawls and hoots.
Where lazy livin’ lingers
alongside frosted lady fingers
and debutantes flaunt beaus who sing ballads
with waists widened from chicken salads.
As much as I try fixin’
this yearnin’ for life below Mason Dixon,
I may as well give in
to a case of southern livin’.
About the Creator
Hyacinth Andersen
I write poetry, fiction, and nonfiction.
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