New White Urban Pioneer
Deep is the dampness settling upon my brown skin.
A layered onion would not succumb to its
An Oregon rain is persistent, precipitated by
a scowl of dirty clouds, a Creole-colored frown,
its sound preceding as if pitter-pattering feet running
free like caribou on an open plain.
Nothing tastes better than Jovino's Pinot Gris,
recommended by Emily, a wine and cheese tray prepared
by Emily of the same name. They bring to mind poet
Emily Dickinson. Every Emily should.
Not enough is said for cognitive recognition.
Why should anybody revel over the lady dressed in red
in Blackbird's Wine Shop on NE Freemont Street?
Gentrification has not fully come to the Beaumont-Wilshire
neighborhood, given the beauty that preceded the
arrival of the New White Urban Pioneer; a new term for
white folk settling the former colored folk
neighborhood, where once deep dampness settled upon
only a brown-skinned man, elucidated by a second glass of
wine could articulate, while wearing a black T-shirt
branded by a yellow chest label rocking the cool black-
lettered name and call sign, JAZZ RADIO 89.1, Mt. Hood
Community College | Oregon Public Broadcasting (OPB).
I'll raise this second glass of Pinot Gris for brown people
today, tomorrow, and unfortunately their untethered past.
I will not succumb to seduction.