• Amber Best
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Where We Grow

Updated: May 5

I grew at sea level,

so does she. Where shrimp boats

meet the dawn, we fly free like gulls

over Molasses Creek. Cypress towering at sunrise, dogs are barking, we sip cherry kool-aid in the early morning heat.

There’s salt water in our blood pulsing through veins

like the 608 highway to the sea. I choke on heavy smoke

on the way to school she breathes sand and ocean off saw grass blades. In the dog days

we eat butter corn With bar-b-que chicken

You damn skippy When she asks Is this the happiest I’ve ever been.

Amber Best

*Poetry Award

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