Lawn sprinklers pop out at midnight
In this arid desert steppe terrain.
Quiet neighborhoods (except the fireworks).
This is not where I grew up
Nothing like it at all
Except, well, it has humans here, too...
America is a big place,
You never know where it might lead,
And all of it home.
My God, how did I get here?
Monday, July 23, 2007
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2 comments:
This is not my beautiful house.
Ah, nice reference catch!
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