my attention span is too short to be a writer

Shorelines

Country manicured
Suburban stoned
Breathing
In and out
.
Glistening
Amongst docks
Polished and worn
Under bay breeze
.
Glorified
Amongst top property listings
Below clear skies brushed with jet stream
Behind trailer parks
.
With long lines
Short attention spans
And a tree house for one
I sit behind an imaginary type writer
Throw sticks to dogs
Watch the sunset
In a place too good to be true
.
Tragic—happy
Sad—beautiful
Cliché
New age magic