Poetry and Photography
Posted in response to The Clinic-Photo Rehab hosted by Lucile De Godoy
“With my middle-class metabolism, the suburbs were where I always wanted to be” Susan Isaacs
September in Suburbia, Part Seven
Night time in Suburbia
There is no time for hysteria
Streetlights the only spots of bright
Against the darkest of night
Sidewalks empty and quiet
A few signs marked private
Walking past the darkened windows
Occupants asleep, dreaming of tomorrow
The moon hiding behind clouds
No one to see, no one to watch
So, stepping on the grass is allowed
If I through away my crutch
Take a little chance
And do a little barefoot dance
In the middle of the night
On the streest of Suburbia













