Here is where we live

in our own neighborhood, our own region

defined by oaks and maples,

camellias in December, azaleas in spring.

This is our place.

We don’t need celebrities

to describe our home,

our backyard.

We don’t need to be approved by Madison Ave.

or tailored by Nordstrom.

We can hear music on our own block,

pianos and saxophones,

drummers and rappers.

Our photographers

record the ground we walk.

This place is ours to document,

ours to taste

as we create

and recreate

this space.