A new foreign land
turns my gut into cherry stems.
“I hate this town.”
I’ve already set a countdown.
New equals uneasy.
Like a squirrel unsure about crossing the road,
A car oncoming. Will end up like a squashed toad.
I keep my head down.
“Be invisible”
I hate this place.
I hate the smells
Where’s the nearest hotel?
The buildings, old and worn
like days old popcorn.
I won’t love this place!
They can’t get me to love this place.
This small town life will never be my life.
My life is
highways and
Sleep in Sundays.
Sky scrapping buildings downtown,
and bright-lights day round.
The big city
With its bold graffiti
Be Someone!
That
is what I love.
It fits me like a glove.
The Love
Peace
Security
of Home.