Montpelier, Vermont

Hidden from I-89
The city is quiet and coy
But its personality precedes itself
“You know…it’s the only capital city without a McDonalds?”
I’ve heard

Drizzling rain ceases
The metal bridge crisscrossing itself like a puzzle
Obstructing the view of the golden dome of government
Old tradition leaks out of the buildings like floodwater

Bookstores and boutiques
Bitch slapped by authenticity
Sweet town with cool folks

Green mountains
Lush emerald deciduous jungle

Beautiful naked women
A smooth ass on a bike saddle
Surrounded by a sea of saggy butts and breasts
Impromptu freedom
Two-wheel ride
I’m feeling

— J.M.


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