Tuesday, December 13, 2016

Lizz Murphy - Poem 348: Back to the burbs


Still and balmy evening the kind that had families sleeping out on their front lawns in the sixties would we do that now I open a window a neighbouring dog barks a warning Next door comes home it sounds like a visitor in our driveway stick my head out to see I wonder why no-one else is putting out bins tonight turns out I’m a day ahead A glimmer of yellow through the window a motorbike on the footpath postal deliveries day and night At 5 am a lone ranger’s incessant call eventually birds respond in the distance the occasional wheel turns on tarmac At breakfast I remember that here everything is planted right out to the kerb there are few lawns to lie on

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