Reside

I am living in Bluefield, West Virginia now. The area is so beautiful and sweet. It is like the whole town is filled with sweet ice tea. The Bluefields (Virginia has one too-right next door) were named for the blue fields of chicory. I have chicory in my yard. My apartment is disgusting with summer bugs and the humidity of a basement cannot avoid. But a beautiful tree grows in my yard. Squirrels and birds fill it, shake it with lives. The landlord never trims the tree so the branches are full and breaking under the weight of the leaves. Sometimes, I fear a heavy branch will not miss my Toyota. Then I realize how very capitalistic that is and smile at how full of life that beauty is. Let them fall as long as something is living.