What Are Subdivisions?
The supermarket lines,
senior discounts at the driving range-
wheels sitting
on silent streets staring quietly.
Oh, what good
can come on a Detroit suburban
afternoon? It all started, and
it all will end
sometime.
But, the subdivisions are endless,
and so are the days.
Sit. Watching the sun watch
those streets
those afternoon streets.
Bottle return on wednesday,
coca-cola thursday
and an Irish bar friday.
And those are Society's
best days.
They are the O.K. days.
The day when
you can forget who you are?
What are subdivisions?
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