Prospective visitors to this
small city of small dreams,
be advised that we have
torn down, purged and burned
our idiosyncracies, our strange
even abominable uniqueness:
that silly corner store, this silly little cafe,
to join the affordable accessible world
of big box store hype, slick malls
— just like everybody else.
Why travel here to see
the death of imagination
when you can see it at home?
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