Saturday, March 23, 2013

They even have a golf course

They iive in a dome, 
you know. 

Those people. 
The ones that live in the dome. 

The weather is always pleasant. Entirely
climate controlled. The grass is always green
The lake stocked with fish. 
There is a turtle who suns himself on a rock on the shore
year round. 
The people in the dome
don't have freeze-thaw cycles. 
Potholes are extremely rare. 

No one waters their plants
in the dome. 
It rains on scheduled days, always at the same time. 
Regularity is the hallmark of the dome. 

School starts September 6th. 
Christmas always falls on a Wednesday
no one remembers a not-white Christmas.
Except for the one year, 
when the snow generator was on the fritz
but they made due with popcicles 
and iced candy canes.

It's always DST. GMT -6. 
Days are long, nights are short. Roosters
only crow on schedule
And cats never wake anyone up early
for a meal that isn't due till dawn.

There are no alarm clocks in the dome. 
People are happier that way. 
Work with the sun, sleep with the dark. 
listen to someone play piano in the moon light
and if they're lucky, the Vanderhorn boy's voice
has not yet changed. He's always had
such a lovely soprano. 

Things do not change in the dome
they are not meant to.
They are as they've always been. 
Green glass, gloss and glamour. 
And you are most certainly not invited. 

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