Five Chop Road

Memories hold a sacredness that reality cannot touch,
and truth can be sadly lacking in the face of such holiness.
But I have found a place that memory cannot begin to hold.
I have been all over the world, and never miss a sunset if life permits.
I have made new cities and new faces my home, and love them passionately.
I have seen truly striking scenes, in glorious majesty and triumph.
Still, during those moments, I remember fondly, in the recesses of my mind,
that the sun is also setting over a small cotton field in a little Georgia town,
shamelessly illuminating the sky with a gaudy technicolor display,
leaving a thick blanket of crystalline stars in his wake,
and delicately blowing summer kisses goodnight to the swaying evergreens--
so I blow a kiss back.