Comments about Joe Bisicchia
Say Hale, Georgia Belle, fresh Elberta too.
Sweet your taste, your kiss upon our lips and
Ballet Hiley Belle, dance, mesh under skies,
Lend rolling uplands as well plains, valleys,
Day by day, and smell like air’s wish so new.
Breach Narrows splay like Ty Cobb’s foot home and
Flower like May, swell like dreams for lids’ eyes.
Bend magnolia, bend like Ocmulgee.