#2,350 A Small Town Close

Our red brick palaces squat
in line along cul-de-sacs – a
clean sweep – aligned urges
press here – driveways steer
down to cold porches – kids
drop bikes & coats as if shot
by a roadside assassin – this
is a close of wife-swappings
& other whispers – so I have
been told by those-that-say
[having been told] – Behind
reflections things’ll happen
between sticky neighbours
at weird hours – bins Friday