Copyright © JONATHAN TAD KETCHEN
In my rationalized society,
Pure in my own mind
On my own terms.
But nothing worthwhile is advocated in my words,
For my reasoning is also unclothed
Past the concrete tulip garden,
Through my utopian city
Where fashion has become obsolete
And all the tailors are unemployed.
In imagined innocence,
I walk toward
An apple tree.
Tad's Note: I wrote this poem in 1995 or earlier. In 2005, I walked clothed past a "concrete tulip garden" in downtown Guelph. I couldn't believe what I was seeing! A fictional "concrete tulip garden," in my old poem, turned out to actually exist! I've not been daring enough to walk naked past it...yet ;-)
Click to enlarge my photo of "THE CONCRETE TULIP GARDEN" in downtown Guelph