Monday, December 15, 2008

A POEM ABOUT THE TOWN I LIVE IN...

    

CLAM BEACH

    Central Avenue pumps cars through the body of McKinleyville which stretches out

like a supplicant

grasping the ocean in one hand and the inland trees in another.

 

                               McKinleyville

Old families still hold slices of  patchwork pieces of privacy
standing against growth until gone - except in memory.

BMW’s are sold where rooster’s once did roam
waking the sleepy town up for another day
Cars crouch there now and call it home
and just won’t go away.  

Where groves of trees once stood in majestic sway
a shopping center now stands
catching monetary prey.

Track homes sit where fields of wild flowers grew  
and ranches that went as far as the eye could see
are now history.

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