Strong Foundations

Strong Foundations short poem

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In ranks and strange constellations
Neighborhoods bunch like uneven muscles
On the elbow of a river that smells
Of cypress and motor oil.
They contain buildings you’ll never live in
Houses you will never enter
Even if every night was Halloween.
You can approach them, their lawns and
Architectural comforts, wide picture windows
Dry porches, and garages with level floors.
Absent occupants smile from the walls
Age as you ascend to the bedrooms and linen closets.
Look in any drawer and you unearth life –
While death has its own houses
It is rarely set a place at even the worst table.
Gravy and milk are spilled then cleaned up
Then the middle school prayer over homework –
Please lord God let me understand this math –
Or maybe a séance dreaming about possible professions
Ego wrapped around a rosary for rock star,
Surgeon, jet set paparazzi playboy.
Later watching television and its aggressive
Affluence you might well wonder why any child
Would choose any of that dirt
When they could approach the den quietly
Watch their parents touching shoulders
Sifting through the monthly bills and deciding
On those good parts of the future
Those worth looking forward to then remembering

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a poet from Seattle Washington USA. His poetry has appeared in print in publications such as Bellowing Ark, Point Nopoint, and most recently in Contraposition magazine. When not writing poetry he is a Human Resources professional, a repentant glutton, and a novelist specializing in the weird-fiction genre.
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