Like an awkward visit back to first grade
with its tiny chairs and puny desks, a trip
home reminds me of how long it’s been.
I’m confused when I drive by past places,
through neighborhoods with no one left.
I’m amazed by the growth of maple trees,
something has managed to thrive in town.
Businesses are closed on Commerce Street,
no signs of victory on the corner of Laurel.
Broad Street isn’t as wide as it used to be
and Pearl Street, no longer a precious gem.
A friend wrote in his yearbook, “Get out of
town it’s a dusty road to nowhere” and from
here, it seems like everyone took his advice.