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Jersey Boy
i moved away from my home town
in new jersey at the tender age of thirteen
this is just to say
there is not much geography
to jersey only eight-thousand-seven-
hundred and twenty-nines square miles
the state of new jersey is one-fifteenth the size of Arizona
new jersey fits easily a dozen times times into arizona
(with room left over for delaware rhode island vermont
and some of new hampshire)
if you were born in new jersey then we were born nearby
perhaps not in body, mind or time but in geographic proximity
new jersey bounded by
oceans rivers pine barrens and farmland
occupied
by urban centers small towns colleges
newark asbury park princeton paterson poughkeepsie
passaic hoboken sandy hook atlantic city
occupied by a melting pot of cultures
a place of great sadness joy politics religion
but we are galaxies apart
separated not at birth but by adolescence
i have eaten the plums
new jersey place of alien invasions dirigible disasters
home of bon jovi einstein and edison devito springsteen
maher cleveland and shields nicholson lewis liotta roth pesci
and a beautiful mind
turnpikes parkways
truck farms sweet corn tomatoes
submarines hoagies pizza and bagels
from the icebox
not much left to this poem
nothing more than
words
on
water
they were delicious
(C) 2021 Raibeart Bruis
in new jersey at the tender age of thirteen
this is just to say
there is not much geography
to jersey only eight-thousand-seven-
hundred and twenty-nines square miles
the state of new jersey is one-fifteenth the size of Arizona
new jersey fits easily a dozen times times into arizona
(with room left over for delaware rhode island vermont
and some of new hampshire)
if you were born in new jersey then we were born nearby
perhaps not in body, mind or time but in geographic proximity
new jersey bounded by
oceans rivers pine barrens and farmland
occupied
by urban centers small towns colleges
newark asbury park princeton paterson poughkeepsie
passaic hoboken sandy hook atlantic city
occupied by a melting pot of cultures
a place of great sadness joy politics religion
but we are galaxies apart
separated not at birth but by adolescence
i have eaten the plums
new jersey place of alien invasions dirigible disasters
home of bon jovi einstein and edison devito springsteen
maher cleveland and shields nicholson lewis liotta roth pesci
and a beautiful mind
turnpikes parkways
truck farms sweet corn tomatoes
submarines hoagies pizza and bagels
from the icebox
not much left to this poem
nothing more than
words
on
water
they were delicious
(C) 2021 Raibeart Bruis
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