7-22-94 — — ///

Airborne over Pori, Finland

Amid the forests and fields
That look as if a fork had been lazily dragged
Across wet green clay
The unexpected grid takes me by surprise
This is no place for cookie cutter communities
My mind stopped to think
And then a smile
9 houses, 1 block
6 lined up like bored ducks in a row
3 turned 45 degrees as if the lawn cared
That it was rectangular or not…

When I fear that conformity pervades
I get the message;
Wait long enough and man
will step
out of line.