I miss feet on grass, starry nights with windows open, wide eyed listening to tree frogs and 'yidget' birds. And lantern lights strung up on dark branches in old tobacco fields. The way the red mud cakes up and sticks in chunks to hunting dogs and dog's fur in bird nests. Cherry trees and laughing so loud. Front porches, side porches, back porches. I miss porches. Good food and the sound of house slippers and screen doors closing, we wore house clothes at home.
Wild red hair and sun dark black skin. So black he nudged me toward the moonlight to see my face. 'Beautiful.' Laughing at my jokes, bad jokes oh no he didn't care. Racing down the long driveway, peach ice cream in massive scoops. White skin turned red from the thrill, oh no he didn't let me win. But, I did.
Who taught us to love and where did he go?
To the city to find money and pats on the backs and good times. I found a tired cart of struggles that wouldn't push itself. Was it the wrong city?
I miss, the country.
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