Being as on-top-of-it as I am, I just discovered that April is National Poetry Month. Doh!
So just to keep my tardy rhythm consistent, here’s a poem I wrote – back in 2006. I dunno, it still seems appropriate.
‘BurbiaInto the undulating sea we plunge, through the waves of pastel siding and asphalt shingles – where houses shade trees, more than trees shade homes. Each quarter-acre grotto, a bourgeois shrine to urban periphery. Where battles are fought in trim paint and shrubbery with labrador and sport-utility mascots. And wind whistles through split-rails and easements like caves exposed at low tide. But the lighthouse only flashes that credit is existential and we slip beneath the lapping red tide to our debt.