2 weeks before Christmas,
full of rainwater
tire tracks zig-zag in brown cotton stubble…
Spooky cypress swamps take over where the tire
Sprouting up like old Burma Shave billboards, road-signs
of what’s around the bend:
Wanted: Duck Hunting Land
Coon’s Car Wash
Abe’s at the Legendary Crossroads/ Get Your
& a bumper sticker maybe worth heeding:
Avoid Flying Fertilizer…Don’t Tailgate
frosted turnip greens stacked for sale in back
of his pick-up,
a farmer in insulated coveralls waits for anyone
It’s a Sunday.
The gas station is closed
Late afternoon shadows at Mount Zion’s white,
one room Baptist church float silently across Robert
I'm not alone
nor is the passenger beside me my wife.
We’ve been listening all afternoon to beautiful,
slow, delta blues.
the oldest of songs
as old as a young Adam & Eve.