Ethan Seeley
It’s All Coming Back to Me Now | Poetry
Ethan Seeley
The hills are facts. Assembling. Toyotas are crawling, antlike, all over their hairy backsides. The ants vote with their pocket- books. Lacking pocketbooks, they are disenfranchised. So, they vote with their feet. Our feet head for the hills. The hills are looking very factual tonight. The mist descends, monsterlike, to knock at the doors of the houses pouring smoke out their several chimneys. The smoke, toyotalike, crashes into the mist....
