Poem: Annapolis

by Abby R.

Traffic. It is the first thing you encounter upon arriving in Annapolis. If you are fortunate, you may happen to spot a parking space among the crowded cobblestone streets. If not, you’ll eventually end up in a dimly lit parking garage searching for an unclaimed space.. Once parked, you emerge in the bright sun, anticipation coiling in your stomach as you make your way downtown. People of various ethnic backgrounds engulf the narrow sidewalks, and seagulls can be heard screeching overhead, keeping a sharp eye out for anything resembling food. Delicious smells waft from the doorways of numerous cafés and bakeries, filling you with a desire to sample their wares. If you should venture down a side street, you will surely encounter all manner of charming little houses. These quaint abodes sport brightly painted walls dripping with ivy, and the varied architecture is truly a marvel. Upon leaving this charming place, you will be filled with a desire to return.