Theme: Change

The New Housing Estate

This evening, in the misty purple
I breathed, my steps eating the crunchy road,
my direction receiving a change in
instruction in compulsion to explore
the upswept seclusion of a branching path,
upon whose newness I was removed
into the stately emblematic walls
a-trick with windows and doors, proceeding
in that space through an eternity where
one would be re-born the first morning - so
encapsulated its modernity!
 
Yet, it was the occasional sight of
tenants, the opening and shutting door,
the boredom, that explained nothing had changed.

31-Jul-2011

More By  :  R. D. Ashby

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