Up McAndrews
There used to be nothing
Now there is a wide sidewalk
grand entrances planned for
expensive houses
plans that floated
away like the milkweed seed
once the money
everywhere
dried up like a puddle after rain
They must have paid a pretty
penny to a landscape architect
the wide sidewalk
is bordered for three miles
with grasses that wave in the
breeze
pine trees scattered behind
aspen
and stone
lavendar bundles its way along
beneath the church
a going business
in these hard times
I like the field of queen anne's lace
birds and bees
and cat tails
mind their own business
despite the walkers
and traffic
It is always surprising
to see out over the valley
(i live in the flatlands)
its green bundling hills
vineyards
pastures
old farms
new castles
causing me to pretend
I am in Italy
I am in Newport and that in the distance is
the ocean
as I come down the hill
but no
I am home
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