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I SENSE THE SOUTH

Like thick molasses the balmy air coats my skin.
I inhale intoxicating aromas of wisteria, magnolia, and honeysuckle. 
I breath the heavy air laced with cotton seed and pollens. 
Blue eyes transfix on numerous hues of greens and golds vibrant on a sultry afternoon. 
Songs of the cardinal overshadowed by the mockingbird and crows resonate in my ears. 
I sit in silence taking in the plethora of sight, and sound until at last I know, 
I have come to sense the South.
By: J. L. Mulvihill 2017