“North Ware Drive”

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.

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