WELCOME TO WALLA WALLA
WELCOME TO WALLA WALLA
by Charles Potts
Welcome to Walla Walla,
Tiny Republican enclave
In the desert,
Reluctantly giving it up,
Lot by lot,
To a consortium of
Italians, who had it first,
And Hispanics, who’ll get it next.
So what am I doing here?
Free Berkeley radical
Lunch bucket liberal
Capitalist poet
Marxist real estate broker
Overweight Hippy without a hot tub
In the brutal summertime.
Funny, ironic commentary on place, who belongs there, and who they may be, which remains a mystery we can all identify with. I asked myself “So what am I doing here?” just the other day.