Mayfield Road

Mayfield Road,
where the dirt flew,
the only place
I, called,
home-

where the stationery,
perfumed-laced
letter lay, in the
tiny room

under the loved-stitched
quilt, away from the
large, family,
noise.

purple school dress,
ran to come
off, up
tunnel-like
stairs

music played,
books on
corner desk,
car on road,
home-

Mayfield Road.