Cul-de-sacs
I grew up under
the order of
suburban curves,
boxed allotments,
striped lawns,
the apprenticeship
of newspapers,
which we fed
into houses;
careful to avoid
the murmured float
when bombing down
cul-de-sacs,
with no bagged burden
by eight am;
to return, to dress,
uniformed, to school.
as we now send our own.