Vermont
Sarah C. Ford
We nearly bought a place on Vermont Road.
It was brick.
On a corner block.
With enough room for a few sheep.
Or a donkey.
This wasn’t the place.
There is a lot to like about Vermont Road.
Aside from the racecourse.
Sun-drenched suburbia.
Art installations.
Foggy countryside.
Trees and trains.
And a caravan graveyard.
Neighbouring streets have a similar vibe.
They try to fit in.
Pretending to be Vermont Road.
But despite their obvious selling points.
They’ll never be Vermont Road.