Life Abroad

Laura Lein-Svencner

The Settlers
looked for a place
someplace specific
at the fork of a river
where grasses grew
ways forth & back
rode on currents
Life thrived

The Pioneers
pushed onward
feeling limitation
in the picket`fence
on the front`street
preferring sleep
under the stars
Life dreamed

And so I live
face into wind
eyes on horizon
boarder in a room
owned by the bank
in tune with the
train whistles
Life abroad

“I never found my own place.
I really come from nowhere.”~ Mark Strand


About Peter Notehelfer

I'm a retired people person who now finds the time to watch the little details of the world without worrying about being watched by anyone . . . I live on an Island north of Seattle with my wife named Ellen, a yellow dog named McGee, a yellow cat named Gatzby, and four fine chickens . . . I read fiction, bake bread, smoke salmon, and fish whenever the weather allows . . . Oh, and yes, I try to write a poem every day simply to avoid senility!
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