The dream is busted, broken,
but we should have known that
when they sold us the car
that we used to replace
the one we bought
three years before.
The property taxes are too high,
the traffic is miserable in the morning
and even more miserable at night.
The children are overfed and overstuffed
and if they know anything
it isn’t about life—
movies and videogames do not a life make—
and what did I want here anyway—
a freshly mowed lawn,
making love to my neighbor’s wife,
sprinklers and car alarms?
This is a world which blossomed
like flowers in a desert.
The rains have come and gone.
It’s over now,