an asphalt two lane passing
peanut fields cotton patches
         a passing by
fast cars going nowhere

twenty closed down gas stations
   now houses or completely empty skeletons
whizzing by us and the remembrances
    at 60 are who knows

yet we get to know ,  or
    I do as a newcomer, the
local flora and fauna,
     having to shy my muster first, you know. Prove I am worthy.

Tests are always given in schools; the new kid and all , gets pushed to see if he can push back,
must prove himself; life is like that
    even way out here between
nowheres.  So , on Wednesday night, I get out
     watch the cars go by, passing

to where I don't care now, I used to.
       And watch my cats play hide and seek , their
mama so playfully teaching ,
    get all mosquito bit and consider

going two hundred yards to my right grabbing a free ear
or two  , fresh and all them acres filled , no one will miss.
When I see, this is just here, I am a member now.

This is my town now, Clayhatchee.
I can go across the street and buy me a
cig and a beer. Say hey or howdy, give and get a smile.

I will not ruin it.
My cats play gleefully, they only steal hearts.
I am good , now.