dorchester street

the old street looks same.
the thick
telephone poles still up,
the licorice lines
of wires still
strung from
side to side,
a thin painted line,
faded
is still there, the flat
roofed duplexes,
red bricked boxes
with casement windows,
all there.
scrub brush and weeds.
no ac, no wind passing
through.
the screen doors
keeping the bugs out.
someone on the porch.
someone
washing a car.
someone looking out
a window
waiting for things
to change. a dog is
still barking.