Julep Season Poem by jackilton peachum
Julep Season
But, surely, the tree in Eden was a giant mint plant,
promising knowledge profane and sacred,
opening the doorways to Eternity!
Summer's air presses heavy on the house,
ice clicks in the teeth,
the mixture's smell invites you in
to where mint lies on the tongue.
And in the distance,
bourbon-taste and sugar against the palette
sweet as remembered Sunday mornings.
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