Dead End
If I broke down here
would it be so bad?
I've been in this dead end life
for way too long.
This small-town existence
has become almost comfortable.
Deer in the driveway,
flowers on the deck,
ducks in the puddle,
sunsets on the beach.
I always thought dead ends
were bad luck.
Maybe I was wrong.
May 13, 2016
prompt: dead end poem
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