Anchored

Away:  that's what I want, but which "away?"
A small apartment in a foreign city, close
To shops and public squares, and far from
This dispiriting tableau of subdivisions,
Endless roads?  A home all by itself among
The empty hills of Idaho?  Somewhere where
People don't speak English, do not form
Alliances with ugly thugs, like Uncle Sam?
A hut close to a tranquil sea? The subject's moot, 
I must admit.  Family ties, inertia, will not let 
Me get away.





Poetry by Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
Written on 2025-10-29 at 21:36

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