| Stacey Lynn Brown |
When I missed the South the most
When I missed the South the most, I’d take
to dating one of its sons: gentlemen
callers who held the door
with tapered fingers or rough
field hands. What I was looking
for was never to be found
in them, just something like it,
the way a lake can bring to mind
but never be the sea.
Stacey Lynn Brown
Poem, copyright © 2005 by Stacey Lynn Brown
Appearing on From the Fishouse with permission
Audio file, copyright © 2005, From the Fishouse
Posted on July 14, 2005 7:17 AM