by Clem Flowers
& the cold water
Will always ride
Thru the poverty line-
Broken eyes
Busted lulls
& the embers of
Green Light
Off the moss lined
Factory windows
Unavoidable
Even at the bait shop
Stopping for
Cherry coke &
Directions to
Nowhere
Deep belly of the
Delta grass
Howls
With the shoreline winds
But you can still
Get a hit
When the pelican trees bloom
& the magnolias roll
All along the waterfront
Kissing all of us
Goodnight
…
[Clem Flowers (they/them) is a soft spoken southern transplant living in spitting distance of some mountains in Utah. In an eternal search for the perfect sweet potato fry. Nb, bi, and queer as the day is long, they live in a cozy apartment with their wonderful wife & sweet calico kitty. They can be found on Twitter at @hand_springs777]
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