Urban Legend
It's a young, extended urban street,
vintage a mere twenty-five years.
But a lot happens in human life
throughout such a time-span.
Those who moved into houses on
that raw street had ample time to
become acquainted and familiar
with the expanding brood of
infants whose maturation matched
the street's. Now, one original
owner after another has watched
as neighbours planted in their
gardens For Sale signs, discussing
between themselves how their
original investment's value has
soared. They became witness to the
next generation of home owners
enlivening the street once again
with their emerging broods. The
street now is host to greyed retirees
and young adults, generational
polarities in a revolving ever
evolving pantomime of life's
beginnings and its endings, the
universe steadily unfolding as it will.
Thursday, September 3, 2015
Labels:
Poetry
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