Peace & Quiet.
Walk took us to a nice street at an exclusive resort,
beautiful houses on both sides owned by people who
can afford two homes.
Every house empty, watched over by security guards
that looked as commandoes; a group of workmen
keep the local nice and trim.
There was a house for sale, we admired it greatly; but
it was my wife who said it first: “Necropolis! But what
are the swimming pools for?
AucklandPoetry.com presents Poet Resident JAN OSKAR HANSEN on http://OSKAR.AUCKLANDPOETRY.COM
Saturday, December 08, 2007
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