South Carolina

South Carolina

There on the bayou,
bull reeds sway like belly dancers
on curdled swamp water
seizing them in place.
Stalks salute comrades
snatched for Gullah basketwork
or fallen in tropical storms;
a rusty motor boat barges through,
propeller decapitating heads from roots…
In this steamy circle of nature,
mosquitos have wet labors,
dragonflies drone overhead,
Jesus bugs perform solitary miracles.
Here, floating on the murky surface,
brief gusts beyond the shore
sway the reeds again.

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