Mist of Sad Songs

With the sweat of icons and glistened pearls in stone,
she wept for lambs lost, generations plowed under and
sweet potatoes that sun themselves.

This south, sweet heritage of folds, of historical nuance
and terrible crimes.

Lay with me tender, find coolness of the sheet and
breathe the mist of sad songs and foolish loves.

2010 Barry Comer


About Barry Comer

I volunteer as a design and communications consultant with Family Scholar House in Louisville, Kentucky, http://www.familyscholarhouse.org the Democratic Socialists of America http://www.dsausa.org and teach children with emotional and developmental disabilities. I have degrees in art and was an art director for 30 years.
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