The sweltering breath of a summer
squall rushes east to west weaving
through Spanish moss and tender willow’s that brush the earth.
Sultry sighs vanish in the night like feathers carried on a breeze.
Across the way a single candle casts its shadow on a strangers wall.
In it’s ghostly light a girl dances like a wild bird,
starling wings, undulating murmurings, a melody,
and she alone drives the night.