I haven't commented or had something commented on my page in so long I thought I was seeing something when you dropped off a few lines. I like "Sunday" too. I try to take all the frilly bullsh*t out of poetry and just tell exactly what happened. I've been interviewed in print and on radio where the one asking questions goes off on this long, deep meaning they found in a poem of mine and I have to say, "Uhhhhh...no. I was just pumping gas on a Sunday morning and saw two kids beating the bu-jesus out each other over a candy bar." or "Noooo....I was sitting in the Waffle House listening to random conversations."
I love the South. I love Georgia. It's home. She's my girl. It's perfect.
I'm gonna break the mold and comment on something of yours now, brother. Thanks.