Songs For Georgia: #2 Poem by Windsor Guadalupe Jr

The night and its fickle intrusion
Clench in unison.
The cicadas and the trees
Whisper through the restive grass
And your figure lurks
Above the halcyon waters
Of my amore.

Georgia, you resemble the night’s pang
In this battle, you are lost
Like blood,
Tears and breaths
As the pernickety fray dangles
Through the vale.
Georgia, you are the accolade of
The confrontation.
You are a splendid melee
In this frailty of mine.