Some fifty years are gone. I reminisce.
I drive once more where life and love began
to find that street a faded, goodbye kiss
and all the windows shuttered, blank and bland.
The sun has blazed upon her casements prior
so now they belch and lean with sickly hue
all gray and green from years of windswept ire.
I briefly hear the laughter of a few
but only in a short and muffled cry.
Above, a dullness to this dim-lit day.
Dark clouds of purple flee and cast their sigh.
The children have all flown; deserted play.
I try to trace that happiness of place
but circling takes me back where all’s erased.