Oh, Suburbia!

It’s been too long, my friends! I hope this brief poem I jotted down today on the back of my car inspection receipt will suffice for a post until I can make my life slow down.It’s called “Oh, Suburbia.”

Driving toward an unexplored mall,
sealed in a protective bubble
of indie rock and jasmine tea,
I cry:

O Suburbia!
Land of neglected sidewalks
and untarnished crosswalk buttons.
My bike would be useless here.

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