Sultry Southern Sunday
Sultry summer deep south
not only a season
or a climate, it is a dimension
I float in it submerged...
A sinuous southern life
oblique and sometimes slow
old beauty in salty thick air
warm blood sea misty and fragrant...
Come forth my pouting southern lady
hazy honeysuckle in the heat
we lie down in green pastures
Sunday love in the valley of death...
We raise the waters of the mighty Mississippi
to a rolling raging boil
our fingers do all of the praying
she anoints my head with oil...
Holy humid sultry Sunday
I choose not to spend it alone
swing low, sweet chariot
coming for to carry me home...
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