The latest uproar: to allow Wendy’s
to build another fast-food burger shack
on two acres of wetlands near Raccoon Creek,
or to permit the conservationist
well-to-do citizenry to keep their green
space and thus assure long, unsullied views
from their redwood decks, picture windows,
and backyards chemically rich as golf greens.
The paper’s rife with spats, accusations,
pieties both ways. Wendy’s promises
flowers, jobs. The [...]
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“Council Meeting” (a poem)
Posted in stolen things, tagged David Baker, poetry, small towns on September 20, 2008 | Leave a Comment »