<u>Book poetry #2: Middletown</u>

middletown was


a political town/


city to say


the very least.

i mean,


i remember


twenty six years


ago she said, in response


to a gentleman from pittsburghs


rough comments about local politicians


arguing and creating havoc.

she'd moved to florida for unknown reasons


twenty-six years ago


and now was back


in town so to speak,


speaking her mind.

she stood out to me


immediately as the


first female techie to


be there. she smiled,


her face wrinkled with


laugh lines, the good kind,


and she made her way over


and i shot her a card.


'quick on the draw'


she said later when


i decided to sit next to


her in the conference


room - anyway, we


chatted a bit - she an


independent web


contractor at, shall i say,


well over thirty ;)


this also interesting


in a room full of white male


suits.

two other women eventually arrive


and dive into the free food - lavish


extremes. (will the leftovers be shipped


to Jenin or Afghanistan or thrown out? i


wonder now, later - having a few cookies


and being half business earlier...)

will write to her about her site


sometime maybe.

is this a poem or


moment in middletown


in preparation for the book?


warmup poetry leading to?


of any use to any of you?