Take your time,
you dappled, bacon grease, dog paw Sunday,
you twisted sheet, freckle counting, honeydew
Tennesee banjo, mint leaf, back porch morning.
After all those days that couldn’t end fast enough,
dragging their rain-swelled feet.
Lord, it’s good to see your sunshine smile.
So I’m in no hurry.
Let’s chat with those dogwoods up at the tip tops
and name the sky bluebottle.
I’ll get you a drink.
You take your time, today.
Don’t you rush off.
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