Ah, Paradise

We love to live along the shore,
in the dune
and hear the water’s roar,
but oh, so soon,

we discovered hostility
lurking all around.
Were we destined for misery;
might an answer be found?

Each spring they fly —
drones of might
circling the sky —
the most deadly termite.

And so a barrier was placed
in the ground
circling our living space
safety all around.

Our house wouldn’t be a hovel;
the wood would not crumble;
we could sigh mightily —
now living in a toxic bubble
with a ten-year warranty.


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