How far away do we have to be and does it matter and who is watching anyway? |
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Flight to SuburbsIn some ways Prague is just a runto another suburb, catching the 5:18 Getting out Getting away Getting home A conversation in the Club Car over martinis with a fellow commuter Leaving behind Looking ahead Wanting weekends A few will stay, lay back in hammocks, trade grass for urban broken glass Thinking thoughts Writing lives Painting dreams Others shine their shoes and stand again with folded morning papers, time-scheduled Going back Picking it up Sweating it out It only suits a few and city rats are city rats Their mountains rise in steel and glass, Pumped up Doing lunch Making deals And so it goes, this temporary cutting of the grass A flight to suburbs, maybe staying, maybe not Loving it Hating it Trying it |
This poem is included in Jim Freeman's poetry collection CORNER OF MY MIND available here in print or as an e-Book in your favorite formats. |