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By Abogada Submitted by abogadalbny Date: 2006 Dec 10 Comment on this Work [[2006.12.10.01.45.19377]] |
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I-85 South in the dark and pouring rain—long before sunrise. An hour south of Atlanta And into parts of Georgia That force me to mutter nasty words under my breath in a borrowed New York accent About being “stuck in the cast of freakin’ Deliverance…” As I sip this lousy weak foreign coffee Driving too fast past Atlanta Motor Speedway The wheels of my new silver sportscar splashing water all around Seems nobody is up this early in the South…until I notice every Waffle House is packed full of them “Getting their grits on, I bet,” I say to no one but the car. Later, after a long day of doing what sharks do In a place of little water-- I drive happily northward—home-- And I am humbled, suddenly, As the light of day reveals that God paints Georgia something beautiful in October! Crimsons and deep, rusty yellows surround me at every turn And all I can wonder Is how you could muster the courage to run away from a good woman like me In a world as beautiful as this. |