Comfort

One day, I'd like to set off with a camera
To photograph some of the places I've gone:
Bellevue, Naperville, Scottsdale, Aurora,
Here in west Omaha, places where houses
And stores look the same, the bland realms
Of beiges and earth tones and stucco,
And middle-class white people placidly eating
The flavorless food of restaurant chains.
Days spent in cubicles, nights with TV,
Not a bad way to live, I suppose. They're
Materially affluent, culturally poor.
That isn't how I'd like to be.
I'll take the ramshackle storefronts
And flats of Isla Mujeres or Rome
Or Madrid with their foods served
On sidewalks and hand-painted signs.
Goods in abundance haven't appeared,
But their cultural wealth has survived.



Poetry by Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2016-08-17 at 15:36

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