how things used to be

we like

how things used to be.

we say

to each other, remember

when

there wasn't a six lane

highway

across the road

and there were woods

and deer,

we used to take walks

there,

go bird watching.

remember that?

remember the general store,

the old man

who worked there

with his wife,

their five hooligan kids who used

to swing

on the tire all night

setting off fire works.

remember that?

yes, she says.

i do remember that, i never

liked them.