Unchained Suburbia
A Poem
Published in
Oct 24, 2024
Well-manicured lawns and
perfectly parked cars
line my dreams of
unchained suburbia
White picket fences and
friendly goldendoodles
and kids at the bus stop
without a care in the world
Your house isn’t my house,
but also, it kind of is
because our shutters match
and so do our Audi SUVs
Bob honks to Karen
who waves to Steve
who runs with Laurie
who does neighborhood watch
The quiet after eight o’clock
is deafening as everyone retires
to their man caves and she sheds
and slowly works on their plan
to get out of this unchained suburbia
© Jonathan Greene 2024
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