I
There's that expression
And you're suddenly
Out of the moment
70 miles per hour.
I don't have to know
(A lull in the traffic
And silence fills the
Lapse.)
What you're thinking,
Only that you are.

II
My autobiography title will be, "How do you raise yourself from scratch?"
My eulogy will be, "She lived not too quietly."

III
Teach me to dance,
Beat, deep and pounding, rush.
And I will come alive.

IV
The white peach
Famed the most sweet,
Here, they grow
And bleed into a deep red crush.
True southern girls
Are just born to it.