suburbia

the horrible wind has brought us together
on the outskirts of a city clad in night

cloud boats racing over glaring skies
the moon stalking us all the way home -

gasping for air we wake into the sunday
drink coffee, read the papers in our big

bed - later we go out, walk the dog, chain
the sun to the tree, so it would not elope

the neighbor, hatefull man, cuts it free
again and again - we did not ask for this!

monday the car breaks down, we wait for
the bus - the dog would'nt stay home, - sit!

that horrible wind once threw us together
this light summer breeze will tear us apart.

by Nomi Ben-David