Do you long to go back home...
Where your heart lies buried
In the swamp
Feel the mud between your toes
Wear a crown of hanging moss
Upon your head
The sweet scent of mildew
No longer hides underneath your bed
Of muscadine vines
Whatever possessed you to trade
The mysterious swamp
For a barren desert landscape
Do you miss the little green lizards
Remove their lacy gloves
Gently place them
On your sunny window sill
...And the crawfish
That climb out of clay castles
Walking backwards; pinchers held high
A symbol of life standing still or...
Peddling backwards
How many springs have you counted
Without following the Azalea Trail
From your house to mine
Do you dream of our favorite place
Hear the birds nesting in the arboretum
Walk on a carpet of fragrant magnolia petals
After a morning shower
...Or catch sight of the white lace cap hydrangea
While the Wisteria drip shades of
Lavender and purple
Dewdrops
Do you want to go back home?
...I do
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