Path of Least Resistance
by Gary Hardaway
I don't see crones
or gap-toothed rummies anymore.
I followed the car-path tendrils
further and further north.
It's so less marginal here,
the fringes less extreme.
We're not without diversity.
We have mercados, taquerias,
emporia where Mandarin predominates,
the day labor center just behind Best Buy,
tote the note car lots and an Apple store.
You can buy a Fisker now
where Sewell once sold Saab and Hummer.
For Bentley and Ferrari, though,
couturier and hautest haute cuisine,
take the tendrils south.
Perhaps you'll even see a crone.
I want to see a crone!*
Wonderful music, Gary -
"where Sewell once sold Saab and Hummer.
For Bentley and Ferrari, though,
couturier and hautest haute cuisine,
take the tendrils south."
Great oral piece. Nice work.
Yes I lke this very much. Today my comment for stuff I like I “sure writing,” and that certainly applies here.
I think this is for Dallas, but in the beginning I thought it was Valencia north of LA. It could absolutely apply there.
In any case' nice work.
Thanks, Joani. Crones don't live in Plano. You gotta go south to see a crone.
Thank you, Sam.
Steve, I'm glad to know what I describe isn't limited to North Texas. Thanks for the reading and comment.
"You can buy a Fisker now / where Sewell once sold Saab and Hummer."
Love the music in these lines!
Thanks, Bill.
The scary aspect of driving cross-country one summer was both the contrasting beauty but also how much was flattened to look the same.