Misty mornings
wrought iron balcony
a ripe peach
and french press
coffee
cream and humidity
stirred
distant music pounds
culture and cries
diversity sings
paint speaks
art begs
light points through fog
wet leaves turn storms
into pearls
giving
history hope
watering the parched hearts
of forgotten skin
afternoon cloudbursts
make rainbows
milky nights
sultry in the reigns
of leathered stories
dirt kicked
by galloping beasts
rushing towards apricot skies
towards a sweeter harvest
paradox of mind
land worshipers
farming old ways
disbelief
that honey cures
or heat rises
yet money grows
on trees
peeling flesh
from stone
from pit and pith
pushing the hard shell
into the mud
barefoot
praying
for a new tree
a new orchard
a new sunrise
a new georgia
