I visit the old neighbor hood.
do a drive by
through
the narrow streets.
down the boarded up rows
of duplexes built
in the late 50's.
flat roofs, casement windows.
graffiti
in black spray paint
marking territory.
chained dogs,
chain linked fences.
drive ways full of rusted cars.
it was paradise
at one time, though
little has changed.
just me.
I see it now through
different eyes.
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