In the Anywhere Burbs

Here in suburbia - anywhere,
it's easy to be almost happy.
We have time and permission
to talk to neighbors, wave at strangers
as we stroll our leafy streets,
                                        and
just over the county line,
Norman Rockwell is still painting
small town America
              with its fields of dreams.

Nice here  where folks are nice,

despite the occasional arrest
of a pastor or coach for pedophilia,
or the raids on that home
with its white picket fence,
the one neatly disguised;
that now and again
          crack-house.

Peaceful here,
                                            and
often over there
a serial killer sharpens his knives
but quietly,
so as not to disturb the early to bed,
half-dead.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2021

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