Humidity, humility, & fish.

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Southern Stillness

The air hangs thick with whispered grace,

Humidity wraps the world in lace.

By muddy banks, in morning hush,

A fish leaps high—then stillness, flush.

Humidity clings like old regrets,

Sweat and stories, no one forgets.

With humble hearts and baited wish,

We cast our luck and hope for fish.

Friends, Family, Fish.

Bayou breathes a mist,

Old men nod with humble eyes—

Fish swim through still heat.

Got sweat on my brow,

Ain’t no shame in bendin’ low.

Fish don’t bite proud folk.