by Rod Vickery

Created on: September 26, 2009

Letter from the Front, Orange County

My neighbor's wife is pregnant,

she miscarried years ago, so this child

is redemption. We've fixed our opinions

on abortion, everyone's pro family,

Republican, with a dash of Taoism

tossed in for balance. We're convinced

our lives will end without trauma,

perhaps comatose in bran flakes

during breakfast, though no one actually

expects to die. Reverend Warren claims

life everlasting is the price of victory.

A dozen wars have brought us here,

streets wide and curbed, cracker-jack

straight with cul-de-sacs, no dead ends.

Dark house paints are discouraged,

off-white preferred like our teeth.

The moon rides high and bright in

evening skies, stumped at our rampant

disinterest, but relentless. We're still

breathing and we vacation in Cabo.

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