Cheeks sleep tween seat n sill

Light/dark flick neath heavy lids

As Ma speeds round winding hills

Through speckled sky, cross yonder

 

Pimento cheese n coke warm bellies

Eyes slit, greet streams like fellows

Fences blur/stripes, leaves/streaks

Bald peaks ahead dye red n yellow

 

Born this time old but just as weak

Yawning lone oer rivers’ rushes

Rearview tunnels closer’n we know

Though “almost home,” Mama hushes

 

—The Drive Through Marshall (2023)