Springfield, Virginia

it's not

Paris, or Berlin.

or even

Amsterdam.

there's no monument, no

statues

to speak of.

nothing of importance

has ever happened

here,

or ever will

i imagine.

it's just streets

and bike paths.

a clover leaf to get you

north or south.

patches of woods

where the homeless sleep,

and man made

ponds that the children

wade in.

there's an Old Navy

at the mall.

an Orange Julius,

and a

Spencers.

I go to the Jiffy Lube,

nestled between

the 7-11

and Mr. Donut,

when it's time,

when the light comes on.