Jay Mandeville (February 16 / Kansas City, Missouri USA)
Come South Time
the mountain enters the house
through a maize ear.
the river brings back planters' soil.
blue night shimmers with heat
and minerals, and looks you in the eye.
oleanders reach dread heights each step.
red flags are unjustly disposed in the garden.
snapdragons ride whispers,
and lamps adjust ancestral portraits.
gently flows the frail myth of tuberculosis.
gentlemanly chauffeurs drink against
shrubs kneel on the genteel sidewalks.
twin sisters breed an hysterical amnesia.
devils, bits of light, nibble the air.
like everybody, trained observers
the slip-away yell of arachnids come south time...
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