Titusville Spelled KKK
“There’s no place like home.”
If I were given Judy Garland’s shoes,
I wouldn’t click their ruby heels to go
To childhood Titusville. I wouldn’t choose
The 1950s there where time was slow
As Playalinda tides that inched up on
The palest sand of Cape Canaveral’s shore
With beached up whale and purply blue chiffon
Of Man ’o War, or see the ospreys soar.
I wouldn’t want slow motion homes in heat,
Humidity, and boredom—triple weight
Of nowhereness. The town was ennui’s seat.
Dutch oven streets held houses filled with hate
Of blacks and Jews — YES! — Christianity
That loathed Christ, since he loved humanity.