OUT OF THE PAST

Here's a short poem I wrote as I drove home from Charlottesville yesterday...

Eurica

Land.
Grandparents' furniture.

Wednesday night prayer service.

Racial hatred.
Shaved ice w/ cherry syrup.

Crystal meth.
A trailer cap.
Two Harris Teeters.

Antiques and junktiques.

Calves for slaughter.
Housesale by owner.