Brunswick smells like
chocolate cake and wattle.
Kids yell out car windows
then duck and hide.
Traffic bumps along busily.
A stream of headlights
strewn down the street.
Early autumn orange above,
crushed amber beneath my feet.
Street lights weighed down
by early dusk damp.
Hushed suburban streets aglow
with dinner just on
and TV down low
I just moved in
but I feel at home.