Home is where the Heart is
A concerned friend took her to look at a new
A concerned friend took her to look at a new
Victorian house for sale in East Boulder.
It was perfect!
The neighborhood was well kept and peaceful.
After all,
wasn’t she too old to pick up trash left behind by high schoolers,
be woken up from an already fragile sleep.
The house was perfect! It had a garden and a driveway!
Except
there was no one with pink hair walking down the street.
no 2 a.m. serenades when the bars closed
no walking to Farmers’ Market, the Library or McGuckins’.
No thugs stealing bicycles and pitching them in the creek,
or drug dealers lining the alleys,
It was perfect!
The neighborhood was well kept and peaceful.
After all,
wasn’t she too old to pick up trash left behind by high schoolers,
be woken up from an already fragile sleep.
The house was perfect! It had a garden and a driveway!
Except
there was no one with pink hair walking down the street.
no 2 a.m. serenades when the bars closed
no walking to Farmers’ Market, the Library or McGuckins’.
No thugs stealing bicycles and pitching them in the creek,
or drug dealers lining the alleys,
no rotating dragonflies in the nearby garden.
No variety, no spice of life!
The house was perfect! Everyone was middle-aged
and well behaved.
She didn’t move after all,
it was one step closer to the cemetery.
No variety, no spice of life!
The house was perfect! Everyone was middle-aged
and well behaved.
She didn’t move after all,
it was one step closer to the cemetery.
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