Caterwauling

I find that most of the people in my life are Geminis, and so I have a lil something for those of us camped out in the birthday rut, not to mention any girl who gets a little sad from time to time but who, overall, is doing fine.

I saw this in the Town Courier during a stop at a restaurant after work last night. And I think I need to buy this woman’s poetry book post-haste.

At Twenty-Eight

It seems I get by on more luck than sense
not the kind brought on by knuckle to wood,
breath on dice, or pennies found in the mud.
I shimmy and slip by on pure fool chance.
At turns charmed and cursed, a girl knows romance
as coffee, red wine, and books; solitude
she counts as daylight virtue and muted
evenings, the inventory of absence.
But this is no sorry spinster story,
just the way days string together a life.
Sometimes I eat soup right out of the pan.
Sometimes I don’t care if I will marry.
I dance in my kitchen on Friday nights,
singing like only a lucky girl can.”

At Twenty-Eight” by Amy Fleury is reprinted from “Beautiful Trouble,” Southern Illinois University Press, 2004. The poem was originally published in Southern Poetry Review, Volume 41:2, Fall/Winter 2002.

Also in the same newspaper, I saw that Frommer’s has named a metro D.C. city, Gaithersburg, Md., No. 2 among “Best Places to Raise Your Family: The Top 100 Affordable Communities in the U.S.” Considering it’s in the most affluent county in the nation — where they charge you to drive through a freaking park ($9 for three people in a car! The hell?), that’s quite an achievement.

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