“North Ware Drive”

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.

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