My Norfolk.
This is Norfolk
Feet stamp the sidewalk
Flap flap flapping
Off to somewhere, anywhere
A hot summer day in the city
With nothing and everything to do
Streets cars people buzz, a sturdy hive
All I hear is the wind across my water bottle
Humming a melody of the distant seas
Of sailors’ tales new and old
Far from this life on the brink of the ghetto
Cool water brings relief from the southern swelter
This is Norfolk
Azalea buds roll by
Like fuschia hipsters on a mission
Too focused on the next big thing
Nor pay mind to a country girl like me
Nothing and everything here is like home
Comfortably unfamiliar
A longing for the simplest gesture of welcome
Just like these streets I am
Caught in the middle of fitting in and belonging
Too misused to be treasured, yet too offbeat to be forgotten
My potato and your grits make an unconventional union
This is my Norfolk.
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