I guess that’s proof that I’m either getting old(er), or perhaps, I have too many log-in id’s or ——. anyway.
I moved up to Rockville, MD a few months ago, am still working the same cookery job….it’s nice to be out of NoVA and be a short 15 min walk from the nearest metro station, which means, no more expensive taxi rides….however, i’m looking to move into a more urban environment. At the very least, at least the horribly managed safeway near my house doesn’t close until midnight (a big plus from Centreville, where the grocery store closed by 10).
I’ve been here for almost a year now, and I think I’m finally starting to settle in, can navigate (on foot at least) the streets of DC rather well, figured out where to get the best coffee, that there is no good asian food in “china block” er….”chinatown”. I’ve even started writing poetry again…some of which, has been posted as FB notes (however, I’m rarely ever “tagging” people, because, I got bored of being disappointed by lack of responses, so I figure, if people see it, then that’s enough for me, I don’t think it’s right for me to pressure them into reading my blather.
that said, here’s a short one that I wrote about a month ago
The sky echoes
with rumbling thunderclaps
stretching from horizon to horizon
purplish bruised clouds
spit their cargo of warm, soft rain
creating cycle-completing steam
that rises towards heaven
as curbside rivulets deliver urban flotsam
to the Potomac