In Mississipi at noon
with the group of morning butterflies,
you can sit down in the field.
The mockingbirds will sing.
The air will blow on you
and on the warm weeds.
You can touch the bugs.
In the field sun
you can sit down with your friend
and somebody can come shoot you both.
1967 Jane Stembridge
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