Cul-De-Sac
There was this cul-de-sac I well recall
when I was not quite thirty. We’d just bought
our first house, which was cute and kind of small.
Blue, ranch style; rose carpet I liked a lot.
In the cul-de-sac, our house was set
right in the middle; but the number of
the several houses there I forget.
Not many neighbors did I grow to love.
They kept to themselves, but my children played
with kids from all around, and that was nice.
But three years later I became dismayed.
My husband found work out of state. The price
we had to sell our house for was too low.
But new horizons we were meant to know!
Feb. 20, 2023
for Edward Ibeh's This Or That, Vol 16 Poetry Contest
Word chosen: Cul-de-sac
Copyright © Andrea Dietrich | Year Posted 2023
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