El Dorado
EL DORADO
by Aaron Fagan
A rat became the unit of currency.
—Zbigniew Herbert
Seems I must mention,
Before it gets too late
And I’m told not to,
Where the brook falls
Out of the woods
Into the manicured
Conundrum of suburban
Blooms and ice cream.
Now I’m safe to tiptoe
Back away and collapse,
With a full heart after
Life in the big city,
Up above on the drumlin
Looking down at what
I looked up to every day.
Not sure where he’s standing, or collapsed, but I think it’s the drumlin, which shouldn’t be wooded with a waterfall, yet I like the last two lines a lot.