The Nifty Town 1
I knew that I had to go somewhere but I did not know where
I knew I had to go somewhere that was not very far from here
So I put on my long jacket, made a cup of hot chocolate and head through the door
I walked slowly down the street sipping my hot chocolate and absorbing the heat
and carefully scrutinizing everyone going up and down the street
The rogues were everywhere hiding out in big houses
Winter has stripped the bushes away showing up every crevices and corner and their tainted law and order
There is something dynamic about winter it makes everything seems so improper
It exposes everything and portion out everyone's share
The cold itches and bite too sprinkling artificial snow in the air
creating artificial snow blowing employment
melting the artificial ice and tossing the wrong dice
But nature is waiting patiently on you
to bridge the gap and tell everything that is true
I walked along chain-bridge road searching for the end of the road
To take that final giant leap and appease my burdensome soul
I kept walking in an afternoon that looked cold dark and grim
Everything was gloomy and unhappiness frowned desperately seeking forgiveness
As I approached Vienna town the smell of burnt firewood circulated all around
It saturated the atmosphere leaving the birds to converge in the mystical tree
As I walked further the smell gets broader and broader
I looked across the road eyeing an old brick house on the corner of the street
I could smell a sweet aroma escaping from the border
it opened my appetite and propelled me to higher heights
It reminds me of the British stories I used to read when I was little girl
Those old British and German nursery rhymes built up my sensational imagination
I used to spend lots of time on the farm climbing trees and building
tree houses in mango and orange trees
I fed on sweet oranges, mangoes and avocado pears, ripe banana, guava and plum grapefruit and tangerine
This is why my immune system is so strong and my speed is faster than everyone
I don't have to take anything from underneath or over the pharmaceutical counter
I used to listen to the birds singing in the trees
and they often appease my heart beat
The smell coming from the chimney brought back a lot of happy memories
The fire fighters were on the road too putting out a fire that was not true
They were all wearing Santa clause gears it seems as if the were coming from a mighty fair flashing their blazing red lights silently through the street and greeting everyone
You see there is always something about poverty it is never too far from the wealthy
My mother always say this phrase"the chip never fly far from the block"
Its sticks right up their "behind" and lie within close proximity
I have always noticed this trend going around the bend
Every neighborhood that I have been has a similar pattern within
The beginning and the end is strong and upbeat but
somewhere the middle is always spewing through their teeth
and have nothing to eat
As I crossed over into the town of Vienna and looked
I saw Hispanics everywhere they are looking cold and bare
I heard that they do not live there but somebody brought them there
in a big school bus and a construction truck
They converged in the big gas station dressed up in red
washing cars for their Saturday evening meal
The Koreans are around too everywhere they make a zoo
Disrespecting the authority, intimidating and occupying big properties
and waving sticks around the whips
I dear not say what is proper
So let conscience speaks and scrub the dirty streets
As I wander up the street the sun began to listen to my heart beat
It peak slowly over Oakton hill watching the trees standing still
And spilling its light all over me on Vienna street
I felt a sudden peace inside as if someone was literally guiding me
And that person was physically walking beside me
Vienna is a quite little town packed with small business
and small boutiques it has a strong European essence
I walked passed the wolf-trap hotel, the performing art center
many animal clinics and a barrage of eye doctors
The businesses within usually tells a lot about the community
As I walked closer up the hill something significant grabbed
my attention a polish market and a Mongolian restaurant walking hand in hand
I started wonder about the significance of this combination
I continued walking hoping to find something crude that would
recapture my docile mood but there was nothing dramatic or exciting
Winter was raging havoc within and everyone surrendering
The town has English,German , French,Italian
and a touch of Austrian but I felt no American sentiments.
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Continued in another poem titled The Nifty Town 2
Copyright © Christine Phillips | Year Posted 2017
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