as his friends passed through
he was aware
of the high potential-redneck-quotient
that Saturday
people running chain saws
leaning under their hoods
baking bundt cakes
talking through open car windows
he worried
that his highfalutin friends
would find out
that regular folk lived here
that this otherwise tony town
contained this enclave
of kind people
out to impress no one
that in was
in fact
a great place to live
free of pretension
thankfully
they had all gone home
when the guy down the street
started to play banjo on his front step
Posted in: NaPoWriMo, Ode to Bel-Air