Wham Bam Thank you, Ma'am
Has never really sat well inside this vessel
Toeing that ever chalked Georgia peach line
We are but passing ships in harbor
Your vaulted sails much more impressive
When full of all that hot air
Once out of range of my compass
The needle spins towards greener pastures
Where I get freckles in the sunshine
But you will never kiss them from over there
Tasting the sweet sweet deep of an Appalachia summer
Muscles ache to leap off of Bear's Den from Skyline Drive
Spread wings and soar above the highest peak
Replace this hollow that has grown thick with ditch ****
Clear it out to welcome something colorful
Someone bold
A healing kind for me