She came up from down home magnolia and okra blossoms perfume the air. Sweet potato moonshine poured into wide-mouth jars and lightning bugs were fireflies.
She came up from down home where sweet language was accentuated by a slow pour of butter pecan molasses. Out of dimpled cheeks.
She swayed to rhythms and blues under fresh haint bluesy ceilings, ombré glass lanterns hung on tea cup hooks casting kaleidoscopic patterns into a New England breezy night.
She, thinking of down home, pouring still-sweet mash into fine, emerald-colored stemmed cordials.
Three-decker perched porchers and out-of-window watchers inhaled unapologetic joy.
She came up from down home. Wrapped in rainbows.