Car already rolling, wife and I leave.
The local scene dissolves.
Piggly Wiggly fades away,
and day becomes bluer still
going south.

The Lost Highway is warmer,
humming,
Hank Williams Sr. singing.
We kiss at red lights.

Georgia is a blur.
Alabama cities
called Cantonment, Flomaton and Opelika
separate budding ghost towns
full of lightning-struck trees.

Then we see water. 
Florida is full of youth. 
Feet planted in the dunes,
she holds my pinky finger
while dolphins make children squeal,
looping in June.

Charles Clifford Brooks III : is a poet and freelance writer living in Georgia USA. He was inducted as a Master Member in the National Creative Society his senior year at Shorter College where he also obtained a BS in History\Political Science with a minor in English Literature. Along with his creative endeavors, he also contributes articles to three magazines and a newspaper. Charles Clifford has been published in over 40 magazines, 3 anthologies, and printed in five foreign countries. Charles Clifford is currently Poetry Editor for Literary Magic Magazine. Ghost Shadow Press picked up his first book of poetry “Whirling Metaphysics”. .
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