On the Edge of Common Sense
Second Time Around
May 21, 2020
We must sell it, I told Mother, for we really have no other
choice. The price is much too dear to harbor any doubt.
And though I know we’ll miss it the time has come to kiss it
goodbye and find another place a little further out.
When the Indians sold Manhattan to a Dutch aristocrat in
fancy breeches for a blanket and a twenty dollar bill
It presaged a corrosion, an urban sprawl erosion