ToWN wiTHin A toWN
Here, the mountains touch the sea
On the coast, in our two McDonald's town
the water is cold, even in summer
fitted out with three X-Marts and a Mall
with clean beaches, seldom used,
the blight of industrial parks...
down by our old-town style bay
lining what could be a nice boardwalk,
that stretches out to the island
tall buildings are inhibited by law,
a peninsula, really, beautiful
and friendly townsfolk, who love
protected marsh eco-systems,
unprotected homeless camps
(commerce is pretty business)
complete with bulldozed tents, and
we'd like more tourists, please!
arrests for any poet who protests!
(Poem about the small Northern California coastal town of Eureka, CA,
where I now live. Actually, there are three poems within this poem -
the main poem, the flush left poem, and the indented right poem.
A town within a town within a town, if you will. Eureka means "I have found it!")