Lost
We go “to Town,” Aberdeen.
We go to the City, Olympia.
In a blue moon, we go to the Big City, Seattle.
Most days, I’m stuck in this Podunk town,
on the edge of the human universe,
as far west as you can go and still
be on the mainland.
I’ve made peace with it.
Found benefits to small town life,
even while missing the hustle and bustle,
the easy shopping,
the variegated restaurant options.
I’d be lonely there, same as anywhere.
© Anne Westlund
prompt: write a city
poem
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