Morning Pajamas

Woonsocket is is not a groomed primped stage
set fantasy of the privileged people who want
to be bowed to and worshiped with clipped green lawns
and in-ground sprinkler systems that hiss by the clock
remote control with remote humans who travel
in starched white shirts in automotive bubbles
engines humming and purring at stop lights interiors
air conditioned, jetting off to metropolises with valises
Woonsocket pulses stumbles and burps, scratches, cries and laughs.
It walks in flip-flops with stubbed bruised toe, in morning pajamas