This Street

Here’s where the slabs wobble
and your shoes fill
with dark water
here’s where your car gets stolen
and you live without it
all winter
here’s the store that
always closes at four
and never has what you need
here’s where you get pulled down alleys
and find yourself broke again
it’s good to be home, isn’t it?



Filed under Poetry

4 responses to “This Street

  1. My home is that way, too. I like the detail. It really comes to life.

  2. Great poem – and it really sounds like a lovely place πŸ˜›

  3. Love it. The last line felt really warm πŸ˜€

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