Some fifty years are gone. I reminisce.
I drive again where life and love began
but all the street a faded, goodbye kiss
and all the windows shuttered with cold hands.
The sun has blazed upon her casements prior
so now they belch and lean with sickly hue
all green and gray from years of windswept ire.
I briefly hear the laughter and the play
but only in a short and muffled cry.
Above, a dullness to this cloudy day.
Dark draperies of evening cast a sigh.
I try to trace that happiness of place
but circling takes me back where all’s erased.