MUTT NELSON ROAD - Poem
MUTT NELSON ROAD
(copyright 2021, by Dave Kiffer)
There was a time when all the places
On this mostly empty road
Weren’t worth what it now costs
To put up a tin-sided shed.
It’s still a dirt drive out here,
And the dust settles on everything.
There’s no broom that can sweep it
Into these million-dollar bins.
This is the subdivision of space,
And the “you can see ‘em coming”
By the dust devils that rise
From the exhausts of fancy cars.
The realtor would suggest a cul-de-sac
But the cement ponds will only fill so far
Before the wind rises to scour them
Back to the aggregate that arrived here
Pebble by pebble, one sandstorm at a time.
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