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The Street That Doesn’t Need Realtors
by
Shoshauna Shy


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stretches one block
and ends at a park
High school grads leave
for distant adventures
then return when they’ve become
moms and dads
 
Emails spin out
to take Betty Crocker orders
before runs are made
to Ken Kopp’s
 
A newsletter tells
whose strawberries are ripe
and asks who wants to split
an order of birch trees
 
Every fifth June
a party is held
for anybody who ever
lived on this street
 
and librarians from lush
Colorado valleys
and investment bankers
who roam oceans in yachts
 
return to reminisce
about smoking Marlboros
and playing Spin-the-Bottle
with the Flossy twins
 
When lilacs bloom
tables show up on porches
ironing boards are propped
in the thumbprint front yards
and barbecue suppers
get grilled at the curb
 
You should see all the sofas
out there
 

This poem first appeared in the Dudgeon-Monroe Neighborhood Association Directory (2001-2003).
Used here with the author’s permission.

 

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Shoshauna Shy reads short stories to trigger ideas for poetry, often in the company of cats. Author of four collections, she runs the Poetry Jumps Off the Shelf program in Madison, Wisconsin and also works for the Wisconsin Humanities Council, where she helps to create, coordinate, and facilitate poetry events for the annual Wisconsin Book Festival.

 


Post New Comment:
mimi:
those were the days...
Posted 06/05/2015 07:25 AM
vscholtz:
sounds like my home. too. thanks
Posted 06/05/2015 07:23 AM
Supa:
Has a nic slow-paced, dreamy quality. A very pleasant read on a sleepless night.
Posted 06/05/2015 03:36 AM


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