New Suburb Blues
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New Suburb Blues 


You always know when spring begins,
each day you wake to sounds of bulldozers and chainsaws.
The glory of the garden is in bloom;
let's rip the duds before someone comes to like it. 

Efflorescence doesn't flow,
it sits and waits its turn
to be torn down, a house without a homeowner
is obscure as a tree in a new yard.

One doesn't want a yard, but
for there to be woods.
Not a hermit exactly. But a yard is the thing.
It's like being in the city.
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Nice piece, the message is clear.
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I've been locked out of my email for months. The library computers say to give the answer to my Security Question. When I do, it says Security Questions are no longer used.

The word duds can also be read as dugs. Either way. Both/And
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