We stand two-thirds of the way broken,
and the airports are packed with ecotourists.
Inside our bodies, micro-plastics infiltrate
our blood stream, but our pants have never fit better.
Here, the world around us is mostly shiny, but
the kids still cry their pain and suffering. The solution
is to take a loan and go to Disney. We gulp ibuprofen
by the handful, and promise there will be better days
ahead.
Old Bobby Frost said, “Good fences make good neighbors.”
Wry Yankee wit, but he’s right . . . Having a boundary
is a reminder that we share the same land, same air,
and same sky. There are limits.
Those New England stone walls that dot the landscape
Or are found along the half-worn trails in the woods,
artifacts of our agrarian past, were pulled from thin soil,
stacked to allow other things, a garden or livestock
to flourish, by keeping something in.
and the airports are packed with ecotourists.
Inside our bodies, micro-plastics infiltrate
our blood stream, but our pants have never fit better.
Here, the world around us is mostly shiny, but
the kids still cry their pain and suffering. The solution
is to take a loan and go to Disney. We gulp ibuprofen
by the handful, and promise there will be better days
ahead.
Old Bobby Frost said, “Good fences make good neighbors.”
Wry Yankee wit, but he’s right . . . Having a boundary
is a reminder that we share the same land, same air,
and same sky. There are limits.
Those New England stone walls that dot the landscape
Or are found along the half-worn trails in the woods,
artifacts of our agrarian past, were pulled from thin soil,
stacked to allow other things, a garden or livestock
to flourish, by keeping something in.
Tom’s poetry has appeared in numerous literary journals, both in print and online, and in anthologies. By day he writes and by night he spends his time surrounded by spices. He lives in Bristol, CT.