Town square in Savannah
The smell of magnolia permeating the air in the square of downtown Savannah
Jazz musicians warming up their instruments, the lazy drawl of the saxophone
The seduction of the trombone, deep, unhurried, .
The piano rumbling a series of notes that eventually became a tune,
distinguishable to a Duke Ellington tune.
Sweet syrupy honey intermingled with scent of fresh baked bread
causing stomachs to rumble.
Sizzling platters of Lady’s and Son’s fried chicken
wafting up to our noses,
the finest in Savannah cooking.
The Spanish moss sprouting wildly
Colorful books on display
A Confederate flag in the window
My look of horror and disbelief
Reminding me of where I am