I find sweet tea glasses scattered from yesterday's porch party,
blackberry facepaint dried in baby hairs curled by summer sweat,
and morning dew blanketed memories floating to the front of my mind
...
Her tears are tender, her laughter is loud
Walnut hills and green garden snakes lurk about
and ankle-twisting acorns hide among the clover all around
Sticky southern sap coats my curious fingertips
...
Year after year will pass, but no soap will do
Sticky southern sap still binds me and you
Rolling landscapes and cool mountain springs
Family dinners and backyard rope swings
No matter how old I grow or the distance I go, I will always be the same girl that the trees grew to know.
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Louise
A Nashville native turned New Yorker who writes about AI, data science, and all things tech by day and explores deep emotion, humor, and fantasy worlds by night.
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