architecturally sound, safe and secure surfaces
where worries are discarded and all is happy.
Walls, nice walls....
and painted fences, pruned hedges and a 3-car attached garage.
The cozy, bug free paradise and a fat mortgage suffocating choices.
Walls, nice walls...
a pretty suburban prison for dwellers already quiescent
confined to all that is their beautiful.
Perfect yards and well organized places to collect things
and save them ...just in case.
How quick we discount muted songs of grassy fields
the smell of rain....the snap of autumn
and the last leaves clinging to their branches.
We black out the voice of authenticity
for walls, nice walls.
A clinical surface to stop bacteria and dirt.
Welcome the superbug.
Are we really better off
shrink wrapped
surrounded by all our stuff
and dodging flying bananas?
words © malai carrara
image by daniela edburg
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