A summer view
(it never rains here),
and how did you
grow up without a mother?
And let's be honest,
if we ever are,
lacking imagery: imagination,
this is not for you
in the way that the ocean
is not for the flocking
tourists,
or for any goddamned one,
inevitably,
and in the crimson (why
can't we just call it
red)
sunset, over the all-too
cliche
waterfront in some nameless Northeastern
town,
I can relax in the comforting thought
that this world is not for us.
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
No comments:
Post a Comment