Then, Get Yourself a Julep
On sultry days,
say the word aloud:
Stretch the vowels.
Round your lips.
Feel the sexy.
Curl your tongue around the sounds:
slow, warm, luxurious,
in a dark room,
like swans come to rest
— creamy and voluptuous –
All That’s Left
My grandparents’ T-bird is pulled over
on the dirt shoulder. A metal guardrail
and wooden posts distinguish the lay-by
from the hill sloping down on the right.
The road barely breaks the slope, shifting
and winding with the hillside’s curves.
Long shadows lie across the bottom
third of the car and darken the hill
ahead, reflecting the sun’s early
descent on a wintry afternoon. Snow
lingers but most has melted, gone,
as transitory as the car pulled
over for a moment to record the scene
and hold onto it, when everything
in the picture has long disappeared.