Virginia Poem #4 footnote

for example: the young lady
whose speech was so friendly
and whose accent was thickly southern
coming out to her front porch
to apologize that her pit bull
barked at us as we were on a walk
around our new neighborhood
and she assured us her pit bull
was really a sweet dog
who’d do us no harm. I said: that’s this town.

The fact that the boss of the crew
coming to finish some insulation
work in the attic – that he never
showed up: that’s this town. The hot black chick
with the seventies afro
who looks like she owns a management
position at our local
grocery store: I said: that’s this town.
The university
that appeared and then spread is like a rash

and it has a glow and it is
what people associate
– when people hear the name
of this town
that’s what they know – the notorious
university and its founder.
Some do say
they are one – the university/founder
and this town. I could not disagree more.
Fascinating dynamic being born I see.

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About Timmy the Scribbler

Love to write all kinds of stuff I love writing so many different kinds of stuff it is a constant struggle to narrow the focus to a manageable handful and let the others go. But a few years ago I dipped my fingers into a poetry pie and of all my uncertainties, one thing that is no uncertainty is that it is one passion that must remain, so maybe that's the one. I do dearly delight in chopping up fictional works into stanzas and syllables.
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