Buena Park (A Poem)

Buena Park

She came from Nebraska

He came back from overseas,

He said come out to California

And see all there is to see

Up and down the coastal routes,

Parking lots by the sea.

And they bed,

And they wed,

And the children, he and she

Prepared for the leisure

Of possibilities.

Then sat down after work

To endless hours of tv.

The children went away

and came back, plus three

—and they stay at the driveway

of stark realities.

[Art work by Ross Amador]

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