This is not about Maine

Dirigo

Maine Leads

A return to family is familiar
Before hallucination came contentment

Before contentment a return to family.
A perception of objects with no agent.

The pine trees, once the arrival of ships,
The Arcadia of these states, solvent,

Underrated.  We are not comprised of names.
Telescoped labels.  It’s too much.  Blatant

Ornaments restrict us from the weather.
Authoritative guidelines are clement.

Booking a tour bus for a bitter hour, let us
Borrow Paul Bunyan, the lumberjack cogent.

Automated tellers encased by glass, a
Textile, a clear wall to create distance.

Stepping stones my mother and father had,
Innovative landscape design, errant

Aviation patterns of an air show.
Aviator goggles for a figment

Blonde, the Junior Birdman of an old song,
Box top points for Betty Crocker and Scouts.

Entailed in this complicated lineage,
Lightheaded and faint the lady’s infant.

Lightweight polymers for jogging, she runs.
Inorganic toys to placate plangent

Raggedy Anne’s and Andy’s, also mints
Entangled in a recent embezzlement. 

Reviews

[ANTO]

"Stepping stones my mother and father had,
Innovative landscape design" - the more things change the more they stay the same Laura - the once innovative becomes kitsch then returns to become modern again and so it goes.
An intricate commentary dear poet.

[The Twin Arenas]

I like the way you wrote this. your stuff needs room to f*****g stretch and breathe. I think, anyway.

great and wormy as usual. I get very lost in these.

[wordman]

memories pressed through the pages of my mind a lovely write

[jacob erin-cilberto]

i think the materialism in the world now tears us from each other...
the simple days, the simple pleasures are gone...
life is automated now...the realness was thrown away with the big, dark lights and old fashioned ornaments..now there is just distance, too much sparkle...and a bunch of non-descript white lights...no color.

[Lizardo]

I can tell you that, this poem makes me picture all the stuff you wrote and that is very cool.
Nice poem