I wrote this in response to the heartbreak I felt moving from vast windswept beaches to town.










Sounds of suburbia

throw a cast net

over my daydreams

anchoring my thoughts

with lead reality.


Hope and Joy

left flailing in the water,

mundane chores, the satisfied catcher,

feel the weight of the net.


Gulls pull at the strings

like pesky doubts yank at my dreams.


Dogs bark,

volleying their voices

across the valley,

playing tug-of-war with the wind.


Builders punctuate the air,

hammering out the new rhythm

of my suburbia.

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