Mint Julep

It is just enough
to break open a midwest summer
just add
gossiping insects
sultry walks
embarrassingly disobedient hair
and
“The Ohio”
 
I sink into a cool night
with a slight breeze of cricket-song ~~~
 
I swish white sugar and water
in the bottom of a glass
muddle some mint
plop ice
then bourbon and
bring on the guitar!
 
It takes little,
really,
to be happy:
 
home grown mint,
a place to call safe
and a voluptuous summer night  
 
Today I could kneel on the ground
in praise
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