Backwoods Magic
Mar 19, 2024
Tortellini pasta smothered in a basil pesto sauce
only meant for the taste buds of the gods father claimed
A sunlit room of the 4 o’clock summer air
The water hose tired and dented from all of our twists and turns
Freshly bathed babes gliding through the paisley painted kitchen
Tomatoes grown in the Mississippi heat spawn some kind of backwoods magic
A mother’s warning call of the dining hour
Perfectly planned for the setting sun and
You were in the backyard imagining a world even more fanciful than your own