Tonight's Poet Corner: Still Feels Like Home To Me
Still Feels Like Home To Me by Belinda Roddie We went back to that little old town. Dug for mud bugs on the edge of the creek. Skipped rocks across water murkier than our own childhoods. Kissed when no one was driving by. She wore her father's straw hat as we sat outside the cabin, her hand nestled into mine. And the August heat made us melt into each other like sticky molasses, unyielding to the wind or the rain. We held, we fused, we were a part of the greenery.