Diana Darby ** "I V" ** Intravenous

Going To Berkeley

Was like going to the Disneyland of the Yuppies.
Blocks of restaurants
with Chinese, Thai, Indian and
Burmese food.
Children wearing a cacophony of colors,
mismatched so perfectly
by their mothers as to be hip.
Intellectuals dining on coconut rice
and discussing world peace with prophetic clarity.
The chai drinking caffeine addict
wearing corduroy and carrying a hemp tote
for his Macintosh.
Sandals and jeans.
Braids and mochas.
Women carrying yoga mats
and nibbling seaweed jerky.
The parade of Spanish nannies
walking up and down the streets
pushing little blonde haired tots in strollers.
Not a pro ‘W’ sign could be found.
Anywhere.
It almost made me miss Nashville.
It almost made me feel sorry for George W.
Almost.