Wishful thinking

Those hills are green again
where the horizon crouches behind
like a slant-eyed seducer.
There are highways all laid out
rolling with the inclines, serpentine
and I'm inclined to throw off
caution, to leave this place
until everywhere is home
every earth a bed

42 thoughts on “Wishful thinking

  1. A stunning quadrille, Laura! I especially love the lines:

    ‘where the horizon crouches behind
    like a slant-eyed seducer’

    and

    ‘until everywhere is home
    every earth a bed’.

  2. Laura, evocative stream of consciousness that depicts human development as appropriately menacing. The McMansions keep sprouting up like toadstools around here and I feel your poem in my gut.

  3. I will join you in your wishful thinking. Love the last 2 lines, until everywhere is home, and every earth a bed.

  4. Oh this brought out the wanderlust in me with that “slant-eyed seducer” of a horizon. There are so many places to call home.

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