NaPM April 18 2015

[milo]

The GPS Needs a Destination


I take a trip through warmer climes
courtesy of home sales sites:
the move-in ready paradigms,
disaster handyman's delights.
A farmhouse set against a field
with barns and sheds of weathered planks
sits empty, gold and coal concealed,
just waiting for us dreaming yanks
with pick-ups full of last year's goods
that northern buyers throw away
because they're not of trendy woods,
the stone too grained or light parquet.
Let's take the leap and hope to know
a second paradise sans snow.

Some very clever rhymes through here.
I get a sense that you are trying to destroy my list poem now . . .