WISH
By: Iris P. Concepcion

I wish they had captured
The momentary stillness
Of the countryside
Here
Our
Own
In the planks
And
Where unfinished
Houses
Get Stuck
In
One
Huge
Empty
Field

Pride
Of Nationalism
Offshore in Spirit
The booze of
The Spring
And Reckless
Demise of Self
Among the tweeds
And scarves
Of our taxed
Land.