for David & Jane
Driving down Highway 82 her daffodils
are dying
Blossoms white and pink giving way to red and yellow
A lush green carpet being laid across her countryside
Her People coming out to play
And I a Newcomer caught between
spring and summer
In love with the mystery of Madame Tennessee
It's hot but I am told she's hardly
warming up
Her heat enfolding me, priming me for later days
My calves and thighs and wings are cooking well
A young spring chicken turning on her spit
Me, an Incomer bestriding spring
and summer
Being loved by the magic of Madame Tennessee
Who can tell where all her music
and joy will take me
In a land where ecstasy comes easily to mind
And happiness is measured by the absolute extension of your Drawl
Where truth and beauty have good ground in which to grow
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