Driving South

 

~ Magnolias ~

 

 

You smell them first

in Alabama;

a gentle spritz in the air,

tickling your nose

with anticipation ~

 

By Mississippi you know you are

in The South;

their scent heavy now

with hot promise

a lazy weight in the air ~ 

 

Louisiana calls to you

echoing a past;

both grand and foreign,

shaming Emeraude

with unfathomable glory ~

 

Then, you taste it stuck

in the back of your throat;

clogging your nostrils

grotesquely pungent with decay . . .

yet irresistible.

 

© ACG

24 May 2013