the old house i grew up in.
the brick duplex with
a flat tar roof
located in the hood,
not far
from the storm drain
and the bowling alley.
one door
to the front, one door
to the back.
one bathroom at the top
of the stairs
with
an unfinished basement
and a dirt backyard.
there's an Easter wreathe
on the door
and a sign that says
beware of dog.
it looks the same otherwise,
fifty years
later.
i can almost see myself
sitting
on the front porch.
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