It matters only if a warm breeze can tempt,
Or if the outdoors, a seamless extension
Of your comfort zone,
Expands to include an orange sunset.
If air that tastes fresh and clean
Is of no interest,
And blue-green seas don't move you.
Hawaii maybe too gaudy for your taste!
This is a place where traffic slows to a stop
So that roosters
Can follow a trail of food
Across a highway.
There was a time when a drive to windward,
Through a darkened tunnel
Opened onto a verdant hillside...
And a promise.
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
No comments:
Post a Comment