12 September 2010

Ode to Suburban Helsinki

This is my home,
the scenery of my youth,
and it is Magic.
Where else would you find
grey blocks of flats,
melancholy in the autumn rain,
standing side by side with little houses,
with gardens tended, in bloom,
or wild with hanging Hallowe'en bats long after October,
and patches of green,
a wilderness in an acre,
or a man-made park, exotic, if sparse,
all bound together with winding streams,
here muddy, here sparkling silver?
A patchwork rug,
all Existence rolled into one,
to be taken in
over the course of one stroll.

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