left turn yield
the neighborhood
layers of history paint a rich patina
in a town that attracts the creative context
of past and present crossroads
scoring high marks on the cool factor
a quality that’s nice to go to bed
knowing this is your town
sheltered by old oaks, front porch
with a neon bar just down the road
c. fasano
I am aquainted with the dusty blue
cleaning lady
in her vintage molusk nightgown.
Her flashy trappings of
gold and silver myth
are hidden in deep rapture.
I’ve witnessed her transformations,
every day a new arrangement
of liquid stardust.
Fathoms of steadfast dignity
are taken for granted in folly,
as she relentlessly scrubs and polishes.
c. fasano
