Mississippi And Home

Ate a homemade pickle from Mississippi and
Memories erupted inside my mouth
My thoughts puckered around
Sweet tea and sunny days
Mud pies and fire ants
Love bugs and summer haze
My jaw clenched up against
Dragon flies and lightning bugs
Porch swings and rocking chairs
Riding bikes down the steep hill
Eyes tight with the thrill of
Faster and laughter and spills
As I hold this bit of sour love
In my hand I remember
Mississippi and home.


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