An Anagram on Vanity
Displayed on a six by twelve metal plate
Raised red letters scribe my name in block text—
PAM—trailing the d, r and period. Perhaps it is
A holdover from my Hollywood days, this type of vanity.
Most folks ’round here are down home, ain’t
Trying to be fancy or flashy or wave
Advanced degrees like Old Glory, mutter those damn
Yankees think they better, but always curious,
Look to see who’s at the wheel, roar their F150
Oversized engines and saddle alongside my car to peer
Right into this brown girl’s smile.
~Pamela Taylor © 2013