Last Friday, I ended up in my old neighborhood.
Reunion Road
Street where
you lived
is quiet,
at first.
Traffic
returns
as if stumbling
from sleep.
They miss you
had to say
get in line
one more time.
Old commute
is back
as if no one
moved till now.
18 minutes
by foot, 20 by bus.
Things you name
never forget.
Reunion Road
Street where
you lived
is quiet,
at first.
Traffic
returns
as if stumbling
from sleep.
They miss you
had to say
get in line
one more time.
Old commute
is back
as if no one
moved till now.
18 minutes
by foot, 20 by bus.
Things you name
never forget.
1 comment:
Frothy yet...succint...memoree walk
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