Island Speak
I particularly love this place
during the eight months
when almost no one is here.
An island of 55 square miles
that hosts less than 7,000 human beings
during those “off-season” months
means that very few cars prowl the roads.
And those of us driving
have the affable tendency
to glance into passing windshields,
due to the likelihood that
we’ll recognize the person passing us.
A “two-fingers raised off the steering wheel”
acknowledgment is the norm.
Can you imagine that in Los Angeles?
Only with one finger,
usually located in the middle of the hand,
and not because they want you to call them later.
Alex Shapiro March 2010
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