Friday, May 15, 2015

Glenolden doldrums

well on back behind now and then
my arms scarred     not like before
remember stone steps
cobblestone walkways     that old library
out of date books     nothing but children's books
parking spots out front     3 and one handicapped
3 quarter white circle     stick figure man
facing damp fields     damp dark fields
leading to slow drizzling creek
same stones for a bridge
to the hill     cut by stone steps
same old stones     I wanted to run
by the river over the hill through the field
find the road beyond     hail a car
speeding off into the night     headlights
cutting into the future     nowhere
never going back now never here and then

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