Larry D. Thomas
has a split personality.
East, it could pass
for Georgia, ‘bama,
Mississippi or Louisiana,
lazing in the shadows
of loblolly pines,
fattening its denizens
on grits, greens, red-eye
gravy and skillet cornbread.
West, cinched tight
with the belt of the Bible,
its cattle far outnumber its
loners smug in oversized
pickups, reaching for pistols.