When the houses were dark
we played in the dark.
We worked in the sunlight
and walked with a friend.
We listened to 'The Shadow,
Bobby Benson and The B Bar B Riders,
Sergeant Preston of the Yukon,
Sky King, Gabriel Heater, Stella Dulles,
Theresa Brewer, Eddy Arnold
and the Grand Ol' Opry.'
We used our minds.
The yard lights came on.
The television lit up our lives.
We watch Real Denver Housewives,
Reality TV,
Mighty Ships,
Threshold of Hope,
Paid Programming
and Svetlana.
No one comes.
We've lost our minds.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem