Poetry offerings from Kent Braithwaite
 

EVERY MORNING IN AMERICA


 
 
Reagan's shining city on the hill gleams

brightly enough into the debt-rich eyes

of those golfing at our suburban clubs

and those toasting on our motorcruisers

that we are blinded

to the families from rented garages

lining up on sidewalks outside restrooms

at Exxon paying two-bits per toilet

every morning in America.

Scavengers