To A Southern Lady

TO A SOUTHERN LADY / Thomas McAfee I see you, years ago, in your garden With its weather: lightning, Marigolds, the well house, Sun, rain. And on your porch— Wide, Southern, white and green— While you watched those antique Peacocks, strutting in the dust, The dusk. They were not old. You are. As is the dusk, your love, The dust, the garden of weeds. 14 · The Missouri Review ...