Stacey Lynn Brown

When it came time, I would leave the South

When it came time, I would leave the South,

trailing a Uhaul

 

behind my Cadillac

and driving west til the land ran out.

 

There’s something unnamable

at the point where all you see

 

is water ahead and what you’ve left

behind, your shadow so soon

 

to catch up with you

as the sun sinks finally down.

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    • Biography
  • ABOUT THE POET Stacey Lynn Brown
    • Poems
  • Stacey Lynn Brown
  • When I missed the South the most
  • In Springfield, Oregon, I hung the state
  • When it came time, I would leave the South
  • Gaither Memory, Every Working Day
  • Forgive me, Pumpkin, Gaither’s true
  • Gaither Memory #42
  • If you would or could not do/for yourself
  • Sherman’s march snaked through the South
  • Kristan clogged to Rocky Top
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