The Land of Blithe Valley

It’s been said

we’re all the same, same

differently, eloquently

seeking shelter from the burn of the sun

with a motley collection

of ramshackle boundaries;

and, who dreams of a world

where dogs don’t bark in the night.

And who dreams of a world where mass

fortunes are found, found;

where we wake up in the morning

to savor a cup of caffeine

and laugh about corny conversations

we had before drifting

into dreamland seeking shelter

in an untamed utopia.