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
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.