Poetry by Brenda Gentry

Mint Julep

Soft spoken saboteur,
crème-de-menthe

drips from your
Southern Belle drawl.

As your sly silhouette
recoils to strike,

I shall scurry to
season a scorpion's tail,

sip Mint Julep tea,
regain and savor my solace.

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