Friday, November 29, 2013

November Poem-A-Day 27



Local

If you drill down all the way
what is “local” to one of the
25 billion bacteria in a probiotic?

Do ants proclaim neighbourhoods?
Are parrots and sparrows using
my overgrown back yard as a local store?

Where does “local” start and end?
I am boarding a train tomorrow
for what is not available in my “local area” -

those special crafted chocolates
luncheon with long-known friends
a class to improve writing skills.

While I’m  in the Big Smoke I may be
mistaken for “local”. To be flattered
or prove otherwise? That is the question.

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