Strip mall, I shall praise thee.
Suburban concrete and glæs,
I shall laude thee.
So convenient and sterile,
I shall sing thy songe.
Functional and accessible,
familiar and adaptable,
be there troubadours and
minstrels in thy aisles?
sonnets on thy shelves? and
cherubim above thy ceiling tyles?
If there be hope for thee,
there is e’en hope for me.


Photo of a strip mall wall and window with an olde mailbox in front.

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Comments from readers

Donna wrote:
This is stunning. You make the mundane into Art, Danny.

Dave wrote:
Great photo!

Hugh wrote:
I love it.

Roberta wrote:
Hee hee hee heeeeeeeee!

Steve wrote:
Way to go: you’ve made the mundane things sing! I always enjoy your posts and they give me plenty to ponder.

katherine wrote:
: )

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