Kicking up
The red clay
Dancing in
Flip flops
Covered in
Cut wet grass
And following
The sparrow
Who God covets
And wondering
When the
Mustard seed
Can become
Real
For a soul
Needing
Daily resets
From a world
Demanding
An expectation
From this human
Who just desires
A tomato sandwich
Spread with
Duke’s mayonnaise
And slices
Of crisp bacon
Finding peace
In simple
Southern classics
Remind me
To access childhood
If only
From the
Annals of
My memory
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