By: Scott Crain
It kind of seems like our
parents
came here for the glamour
that
seashells and sandy beaches
had
to offer.
Maybe the ocean reflected a
glare of
some salty dream they chased
to the shore, just to end up
in this rotten heat.
Their hearts headed for the
sun,
but we all got
stuck in the rain.
And now here they are,
our elders,
living vicariously in this
fantasy they so desperately
lusted for.
The lack of seasons has
weakened us, and we’re all
aching to know how it feels
to shiver in the snow.
