New Jersey, m'lady

New Jersey, m'lady!

She has a rather severe hairstyle, but you see, they had to stop her somewhere!
I love her, from her northern obelisk o'ertowering
To that psuedopod gingerly toeing out into the bay,
Nibbled by horseshoe crabs

From her corkscrew confusion of creeks (see: Maurice)
The silty port of Bivalve to the scraggly ironwood vastnesses

Rt. 80 issueing forth,
Wild shad-running parallel river issueing

The Walt Whitman rest stop, whew

Head to toe corseted, road-girdled, this prim yet buxom state
I static-pinned colored counties on a felt map
In front of the 4th grade class
And memorized her counties and thier seats
Burlington, Salem, Gloucester

Cranberries, ruby-ripening

The Joyce Kilmer rest stop, the Amiri Baraka rest stop, no, wait....