suburbs

it's a fine
house. brick and mortar.
hard woods,
a strong door and shutters.
the fence
goes around, entered
by a latched gate
to keep
the dog in, the cats.
the future kids.
just starting out,
they are,
the wedding album
still on the table.
new to this life of living
beyond the beltway,
in the woods,
where people wave and say
hey
when out and about.
the noise of the city
is far away, but strangely,
deeply,
they miss it.