Inspired by a South Carolina Girl
south
hampton to mount jackson,
new london
albemarle and river haven
four hills with chapels
green borough scenes
groves where newton
tracked apples falling,
water pours forth
wildlife finds refuge
history won’t preserve
saint’s daughter, nephew or
darlington, maybe the
harlot of florence; heart
tore war cross state lines
to laurens, there she stayed,
carolinas know no borders
wind her up and insert
four more quarters
for seneca to see
me, flattening easily
scaffolding beneath me
trees kings planted before
shall fall down the
south wall, towns without
alms hour-n-a-half call
cut cord short
don’t dial ’gain ’til
you’re back up
north