Early Palmerston North
There is no need for detours.
The future is unrolled
like a strip of linoleum
in Snelson's Store.
We see all our destinations.
They are economic:
officiously arranged,
officially approved.
The haberdasher has
mean sheets from Bradford,
chamber pots for when
the night is cold.
At Terrace End,
the sawmill sates its appetite,
and culture arrives
the week after next.
Unlike Other Boys ©2009, Alan Ireland, http://poetry.2hell.com | Index | Next poem
