Dead End Street

At the dead-end street or cul-de-sac stands a tall silver lamp pole, And a portable basketball hoop. I wish I could say there lives not a single soul. What if the lamp pole sat on a game board on City property? As fast as this little town is growing, we could play a game of monopoly. A railroad track there was once, now a highway, and businesses within a four-block radius causing dizziness. Traffic so fast, there are a lot of accidents. If you cross the line, watch where you turn, it’s your fault if you have the stop sign. Ambulance wails and police sirens sound that drown Your thoughts, almost all day long around town. If you stand by the lamp pole, you’ll see them, go by. You look up at the sky and pray; please don’t let them die. I am only three houses down from that lamp pole and highway when I take my dog out for a stroll. 11/9/2023