Photo by Office of Governor Baker on Foter.com / CC BY-NC-SA

No Mystery

Massacrees and melees and
litterbugs in Southbridge,
the tourists are out in style,
with baggy shorts and printed blouses,
little skirts riding high against the sun,
and black eyes,
everywhere reflecting bright rays,
while each little melodic intent bezels sidewalks
into gravel
which kicks like dust
in every mild procrustean sideboard,
grovelling like a fool at a noble feast,
with legislated dimensions and illiberal palettes,
trampled by a nagging overt pedagogy
as every blue mile is marked out by a lesson
spelled out in no mystery.