If your wheels hug the road for a while
racing the miles down a former Indian trail
eventually you’ll get to my place
in time for lunch on my patio.
Beauty might not be the first thing
that comes to mind as you stroll down my shady street
as it wisely winds through this
community of folks filled with sincerity
masking the incongruity
of a musing magnolia tree planted
right next door to the pharmacy
arms stretching towards nowhere
which is found by the bunch here.