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Suburban Daytime
by Anastasia Selby
I rode through the streets,
Few cars
passed,
the houses sat quietly
on their well serviced
haunches,
their hands forming
triangles above the windows,
seemingly deep
in thought.
They gazed at me
as I passed them,
their blinds drawn.
The leaves tumble noisily
across the pavement,
and a few lone squirrels
crossed the street, fearlessly.
11/04/2008 Author's Note: This is quite edited. If you have suggestions, I'm up for it.
Posted on 11/04/2008
Copyright © 2024 Anastasia Selby
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Stephan Anstey on 11/22/10 at 07:08 PM There are a couple of directions you could take this. As it is, it's quite interesting. I'd be tempted to go more surreal and staccato if I were you. |
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