Poetry Town: 'Shining City On A Hill'
Tony Brown
or Fukushima.
still unfound and unnamed.
as if it were Atlantis
still thriving under pressure and
without light. If it is even real,
it is no longer within
our reach if it ever was.
Do you hate this lament for it? I do.
I longed for it as we all did.
Embarrassed now to say that
I once sang of how it could be found,
entered, made into a home,
but it was bait. It was only
lure, only decoy. While I chased it
it slipped away and something different rose