hubcaps and blueberries

you don't have

to drive

far from  ground zero,

washington

dc

to see another world.

hear another 

language.

you can almost hear

the battle cries from the civil

war. there's wide

stretches of farms,

horses,

cattle, gas stations

where

they fill you up,

wipe your windshield

and check your oil.

there's a woman

with 

pies on a table,

she points to the field

behind her

shack where you can

go pick blueberries.

she has a box

full of random hubcaps.

it's not

far,

go west to where the mountains

rise,

where the bears roam

free,

where you can hear

a banjo being strummed,

a washboard

being slapped.

you'll know when you've

arrived, because

it's not like here.