cul-de-sac (poem 008-2021)

the vernacular of suburbia

terrace lane drive circle

cul-de-sac by any other name

red and white stripes

stars' story

pallet, skid

row routed away

kids chittering

adults missing in inaction

welcome signs

manicured lawns

no sidewalks

No Outlet

no outsiders

except maybe me

white guy walkin'

maybe not

hold your fire

I can breathe

if you let me

your danger stranger

old glory

who goes there

make the world safe

for hypocrisy