The suburbs (153 of 365)

Day 153 of the 365 day poem challenge.

Word of the day presage meaning: "a foreboding about what is about to happen."

The suburbs 

The suburbs are flaking cream

Taubman, Dulux and Bunnings 

Conglomerates looming staring down

Grass parks tall AFL poles 

Patriotic gestures and flag poles

Parked cars by the threes and fours 

Diesel guzzlers 

Absent streets

Cracked asphalt with the occasional whistle of burn outs 

And the presage of foreboding

There is utter silence

But evidence of habitation everywhere 

The driveways are concrete some pressed into shapes 

To play at being tiles

Others bricks laid down into 

Cool sand

A storm comes and rain clatters on the hundreds of roofs

There is so much noise but no

Sound.