Changes to the Neighborhood
We’ve lived in our
little house
in a small town for twenty-two years
in a relatively
quiet neighborhood,
except when soccer
teams played
at the old abandoned school across the street.
Our lady in a
wheelchair, who we used to care for,
liked to sit on the porch and cheer
for whoever
made a goal, whichever team.
Then we got the unwelcome news—
developers purchased
the old school and field.
It would be turned
into an apartment complex.
Our lady wouldn’t
be able to enjoy the games,
but sadly she
passed before the project got going.
But now an army
of construction workers
descended on
the old school property.
I walk by where
there are high piles of dirt
and large square
patches dug out.
Tall beautiful trees
lie dead on the ground.
A contingent of
yellow-vested men work
on the school
roof or run roaring heavy equipment.
I can picture
what it will be like
with the
apartment complex full like a beehive
and cars
buzzing around onto our quiet street.
I don’t think I’m
going to like the change,
but as with any
change, I’ll learn to adjust.
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