We are trapped
Living our lives on this cul de sac,
Surrounded by houses at every angle.
The street light is playing moon,
There are empty houselights behind us
Dogs are baying at the shadows
And we are laying here on the car hood
Playing the melodies attendant to
This youthful moment,
Ironically trying to erase the summer
As it unwinds slowly away from us.
The police will be here soon,
Flashing their rude lights,
And we will drive away,
Out the only exit, away from the cul de sac.
About Me
- TBAYNHAMIII
- I was born in Kentucky, though my parents had been living in Knoxville before my birth. My mother's mother lived across the street from the hospital in Hopkinsville, Kentucky, which was convenient. I moved around quite a bit when I was young, but ended up in Georgia. I like to read and write and love food and drink way too much. I have a funny wife and daughter who has finished her batchelor's degree and is living with her grandmother in North Atlanta and studying advertising. I sometimes wonder what life would have been like if I had not gone to law school. Regrets come and go with the seasons.
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