England

I'll have to go to England someday.
I imagine Great Britons hate it when
us flabby-willed Americans
fill their wharves or quays.
How many stone does it take to get stoned
here in the U.K.?
Well, I have no idea what the country
looks like, really,
but I've been imagining the streets are still
paved with cobblestones,
trodden down right to bone
by carriages, the horse-drawn cars,
and there's just one long road that spills
past pastry shops, that passes bars
(called pubs?) the Romans must have built,
much older than the dirt or sand.
Roll the stone, cool in hand,
cool in mouth, and fool of this land.

June 13