What a beautiful weekend! Today's poem is inspired by the small village I live in on the Eastern Shore of VA (pictured above). One of the other 30/30 poets, Rachel Kubie, who wrote about Manning and Snowden yesterday, and both were knocking around in my head when I wrote today. Of course I wanted to think about how does privacy matter to me, in my little world? And of course, there is none, or nearly so. On a nightly walk one can learn so much about their neighbors, way more than what you could learn from a facebook status update, or an email. The final line is both ironic and earnest, and funny at the same time, or as I read it. Lots of imagery of carnivals and small town fairs pop up at the end. A future edit would see a tightening up of the verse, and possible reworking of the food imagery. But I'm wiped. As my neighbors could tell you, I've been sneezing, and playing with kids at the Y all day. FYI: I probably won't blog too much this week. Lots of things happ...