random trip writings...
You can tell we’re in the South now
my mother will say, leaning back over the edge
of the front seat, smiling,
as we’re passing restaurants
offering exclusively sweetened ice tea
and broad buffets of fried chicken and green bean casseroles
and then rough fields baking under the sun
with inherent clusters of miniature cemeteries under slowly widening
shade trees and rows of sandy-soiled tobacco plants
bleeding into patches of sweet yellow corn
my mother will say, leaning back over the edge
of the front seat, smiling,
as we’re passing restaurants
offering exclusively sweetened ice tea
and broad buffets of fried chicken and green bean casseroles
and then rough fields baking under the sun
with inherent clusters of miniature cemeteries under slowly widening
shade trees and rows of sandy-soiled tobacco plants
bleeding into patches of sweet yellow corn