Sometimes I Know Why I Live in the Country

Night-driving, late May

a two-lane country road,

the windows down:

blinded by fireflies’ staccato flashes,

breathing honeysuckle sweetness,

the dark so close I can touch it,

your arm warm against mine.

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About grannysu

storyteller, writer, poet, gardener, countrywoman
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