Tuesday, October 5, 2010

All in an Unpaved Alley

I do get it sometimes: something
for nothing, freedom
walking in an unpaved alley
in a paved-over city.

Off kilter fences, slats leaning
this way and that. Painted, peeling,
garages. Gravel
and untended greenery.
Garbage and thorns
and sometimes
even a berry or two.
Sometimes: a reminder of what I used to know
I wanted, hard to find
now that I’m here.

Sometimes: a sense of what came before,
how this place was.
All the neighbors and kids
that have existed here
washed away like the gravel underfoot,
shifting unnoticed by the people
who see it everyday.

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