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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