Trina Gaynon. Sixties Tract Plan.

8 Feb

SIXTIES TRACT PLAN

Blindfolded, you could find your way
through any house on any cul-de-sac—
living room opening before you,
sliding glass doors to the rear.

Dining room to the right of the entry,
a galley kitchen behind, hanging cabinets
between them, often vanquished
in the process of remodeling.

This is the house whose private rooms
dangle off a hall, four bedrooms, two baths.
A sharp angle into the master suite
creates a sense of privacy for parents.

You could sleepwalk to the mirrored closets
and dress before stumbling out to the sidewalk.
If the next front door is unlocked,
find where your room would be, try on a new life.

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