Poetry (Day 250): Dead End

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Dead End

 

My life is on a quiet
cul-de-sac, where the kids
can play in the street
and everyone knows
the neighbours.

But it backs
onto a highway.

I can hear people
roaring past
at all hours of the night,
missing the scenery as they head
for somewhere important.

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