Some say the streets of heaven are lined with gold.
Give me a cottage by the sea.
Some love the lurid jingle-jangle of casinos.
Just give me a cottage by the sea.
They can have their gated communities and condo police.
I’ll take a cottage by the sea
with bright colored walls and painted wicker,
treasure troves of recycled furniture,
vintage fabric and funky lampshades.
They can have their granite counters,
cookie cutter renovations a la hardware chic.
I prefer a cottage by the sea.
They can have their square footage and sprinklers.
Let me rest in my cottage by the sea.
From The Alleluia Tree (The Puddin’head Press, 2012).
Used here with the author’s permission.