Posted in Poetry

My Many States of Mind

Oh how I long to fish again
In that big lake
And reel in a take
Of perchsalmonandtrout
Watching the Gary-induced
Sunset parades

Robed in flannel and ribbed corduroy
Pier and museums
Wish you could see ums
The green river and blues
Toe-tappin’ my shoes

South Caroline
Azaleas devine
Learnin’ the language
Y’allin with vantage
Heart-blessin’ and okra
At times I do miss her

Was mean, no milk, honey or manna
Surviving and dying
No tears left for crying
We danced on our way out the door

Here the world has no border
Seventyleven languages heard daily
Wouldn’t trade her for all the climes


© Jilly’s 5/11/2017  All Rights Reserved


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