Like-mindedness

 

Walk with me down my suburban street

In Northern California—

Liberal, left-coast land of open mindedness,

Mystical-leaning searches for meaning.

I’ve noticed four houses flying our

American flag--four neighbors, two on each side,

Sentinels perhaps, a political enclave.

I imagine they are all friends, but

I do not know them.

Do they see each other on Sundays

Sitting in church pews, discussing common views

While roast beef slow-cooks at home?

 

I’d like a mouthful of mashed potatoes

Once in a while.

I think I miss mushroom soup gravy.

 

 (© 2004 Connie S. Tettenborn)