What’s your favorite poem about Buckhead? Come on, everyone has one!
“Looking for the Buckhead Boys” by James Dickey?
(Sample verse: “First in the heart/Of my blind spot are/The Buckhead Boys. If I can find them, even one/I’m home. And if I can find him catch him in or around/Buckhead, I’ll never die: it’s likely my youth will walk/Inside me like a king.”)
“Buckhead Spring” by Clark Dean?
(Sample verse: “And a woman walks her goldendoodle alongside joggers who stride down sidewalks glistening,/while brightly colored buses lurch from their stops to join the sports cars and SUVs/that parade down Peachtree”)
“This Smells” by an elderly academic?
(Sample verse: “And I remember that ’56 Chevy/Barrelling down the valleys of Piedmont and Habersham/Down, careening one-eyed in to the trees down Roswell Road/Down our sainted and genuflecting Peachtrees”)
Happy National Poetry Month!
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