Southern Breeze

Breeze from the fan.  Oscillating reproduction.  Takes me back  to the fifties At Mae and Grandaddy’s  apartment.  The fan staves off  summer heat  In gray asphalt, Steel mill Birmingham.  Mae’s pretty handkerchief  wipes her fevered brow.  A dichotomy.  Color and lace in direct opposition  to the downtown  sun baked streets.  Yet Mae ascends the stairs to put on a pot of beans, stir up cornbread and slice tomatoes for her waiting family.  A cool breeze from  the small kitchen window  gives her mind a sweet relief.

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