The ditches look good with no water in them.
More like a Mocksville than a Nashville.
The morning air is still and sweet.
I take a long drag of it.
Despite the fact that we were just rushing around like demons busy on this Earth.
Cuz we woke up thirty minutes too late, and you were posed to do the prayer at 10 o’clock service.
I get in the passenger seat of my car, smile at you.
I guess you were thinking about not being late and I was thinking about how beautiful you are,
how handsome of a spirit ambling among us regular menfolk, womenfolk.
Can speak to anybody, hell I suspect you could chop it up with the Head of State right now, leave him with his mouth dropped.
You could get the bitterest of bitter bitty to show you what’s left of her teeth.
And that’s why I love you, beyond belief.
By: Me (Lauren Fitzgerald)