the hunger

home.  mississippi delta.

fierce is the longing for my home place,
an intangible ache marrow-deep.
shaped by her fields and her bayous,
her mysteries and misfits and beasts.

borne of her soil,
married to her seasons,
my rhythms shift and change
in her absence.

her likeness haunts me,
ablaze in the kaleidoscope of colors at sundown
or the song of the red-winged blackbird.

a hollow yearning swells,
and i cry out into the void.
to see the last glorious improbable light
of a delta day
bathe the alluvial plain
with shades of me.

the undisciplined tongue

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