Leaving the city
Where the underground stars neither twinkle or warm
To the North
To an old home and the past
It took a while for the trees to change
From the ground cover for a train track
To the cathedrals of my youth
Add time and the tress grow high
Add money and they leave on a truck
Replaced by less than innocent dirt roads
That change perspective and tear away
The pine fence that gave the courage to
Skinny dip in my father’s pool
Just as a handful of old books
Reminded me of feelings and persons forgotten
The watering ban of dreams was lifted
And was left this morning with the warmth
Of an intimate moment with my wife
And the pleasant feeling of a chance meeting
Where mature and older, people got the respect
They always deserved from me.