From Best to Worst and Back

I thought I’d gone from worst to best,
at last collecting my wishbone dues,
heading west to mountains, back yard
lap swims, cloudless Arizona days
when even the deep end was warm.

I had forgotten the bright side
to humidity’s constant patina
of sweat: fireflies, heirloom tomatoes,
forsythia, hydrangea, the constant bloom
that leaves the arid lands green with envy.


The grass is always greener in Virginia and the mountains are always higher in Arizona. If only I didn’t have to choose.

Inspired by Paint Chip Poetry

One comment

  1. Ha! I feel that way too with respect to my hometown and the place where I now live in. In my case it’s a trade off between cool-green Bhopal with its lakes and warm-tropical Mumbai with its beaches and skycrapers. Thanks for sharing this and also for following my blog. I’m very glad.

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