Gentrification

A Poem by Ken e Bujold

I watch my house shift

to the wealthier

side of the tracks,

dolled up

for fancier folks,

a new spruce

hedge, coat of paint,

crimson red

with white lace frills.

I hardly recognize her.

Ken e Bujold

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Added on October 9, 2022
Last Updated on October 9, 2022

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