In the sprawl of endless cul-de-sacs,
Where houses stand like stoic guards,
A twilight shrouds the quiet street,
Muffling laughter, dreams in hush.
The sun a faded memory on the west horizon,
Its amber glow now but a distant promise.
Yonder, shadows lengthen into giants,
Gnawing at the edges of neat lawns and tidy driveways.
In houses where every curtain tells tales
Of lives spent behind beige walls and muted colors,
A sense of longing whispers through the cracks,
Of what might have been if only...
If only they'd let the wildflowers grow,
If only they'd painted those shutters blue.
If only they'd let their children scream free,
In yards where laughter was louder than lawns.
But the HOA, it's a stern and silent god,
Demanding order with eyes like hawk's.
So here we stand, in this quiet twilight,
Wishing for hues unseen, voices unheard.
Warmly,
Karen M. Whitmore
HOA Board | PTA Treasurer | ~Wine Mom~
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