POETRY

Dead End

by Hilary Hockema

The gravel went pavement
My dead end street is now
A zombie of two way traffic
Goodbye tire swing and honeysuckle shrub
Ahoy constricted knee skinning courtyard
Daffodils won’t dare sprout here again
Towering trees don’t tip in these storms
They’ve waved their final farewell

The undead have their parking places now
Those giants held secret for so many years
A beauteous bit of the blue pacific
They left it for me to look out and… Sea
While adhering bandages to
My lacerated palms and knee

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