Tennesse Wild

by Annabella Dlugi

Did you hear bluegrass in your mind?
Mad mandolin plays on
Or was it the scent of gasoline from the gas station
That made you dance in the dark after hours?

And when the dance turned into love
Did you think about your home?
Were the streets of Milwaukee just shadows
A prelude to the song of the storm?

Was I destined to be Midwestern?
Or just a product of the blue
Like an unexpected uproar
From the wilderness in you.

Annabella Dlugi is a senior at Lawrence University studying English Literature. She loves all things art, especially theatre and music, and is fueled by obscene amounts of coffee, friends, and water walks.