Late spring in the Ozarks is soul country.
I went to a park to see
my kid sister soaked in her clothes.
Dad held her back in his elbow,
turned to the mic to say what it was,
and laid her in the water of a portable tub.
She rose like a matchstick out of a book,
saying, I’d like to have the light,
I’m ready and I’d like to have the light.