The thunderstorm storms,
And the rocking-chair rocks.
And the town across the water is impoverished
Except there is no water,
There are only train tracks
Which were built on purpose –
So that now there is a right side
And a wrong side.
All the after-school programs
In the world
Won’t help me recognize those children as my own.
7 thoughts on “Locally Grown”
wow. Short and sweet and powerful.
Thank you! I’m glad to see you around the blogosphere again :).
Wow, great poem, Ilana! Like Miss Rosemary said, very powerful.
Thank you, Erin! You need a subscribe button on your blog, you know that? I want to get your posts right to my email so that I don’t miss them…
That has quite the punch. Frank and to the point. Isn’t it sad there has to be a “wrong” side to anything?
Definitely, but it is, sadly, the reality of too many places…
really like this entry love