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Suburbs
have a reputation for being drab, dull, and boring; they have neither the
countryside’s natural beauty nor the excitement of a large town or city.
Ah, but
as with most things in life, even suburbia is as we choose to make it.
Besides
one person’s nightmare is another person’s dream just as one person’s concrete
jungle is someone else’s home...
DREAMING
SUBURBS
Daylight
fading at the window, thrushes
singing
at will;
thoughts
turn the mind slowly
like
sails of a windmill;
twilight
dips a darker hue
(one
thrush soars, another stays
to sling
its shadow among
the best
geraniums);
melody
fading, a flickering of feathers
at the
sill...
Though
darkness drop its shutters
on all
the world’s sleepers,
candles
lit for a Quixote surely will
guide a
thrush to its nest,
let weary
heads rest, having
done
their best? (As for dreams,
finders
keepers)
Gone now,
sweet songbird;
nothing’s
heard but sails in the wind
teasing
humankind
Copyright R. N. Taber 2000
[Note: An
earlier version of this poem appears in 1st eds. of Love And Human Remains, 2001.]
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