Riding around
old ground
saying
“that’s where
we used to”
and
“I remember
pulling over right there
so we could”
and
“all the times
when we’d stop there
before going home and we’d”
and
“how about that one night
when we”
and
starting to say
something like that again
but then all
is forever changed because
they’ve put a development
and
the road through the houses
comes out where
there used to be
a little pull-off
where we used to
It’s gone now
Every time
I ride through
this town
full of ghost parking places
I end up mumbling
“there’s no way
anyone still does that
is there?
do the kids here
still find places like that
for that?
where does it
happen now?”
then cussing myself
out for
staying too long under
this nagging cloud of
unfinished business
I have yet to
release
Dark Matter 
September 4th, 2022 at 7:09 pm
Pretty crazy…I’d hadn’t been to my hometown in about 15 years and was blown away by all the changes and not for the good. I love your poems and I just discovered them so looking forward to reading more
September 4th, 2022 at 9:05 pm
Thank you.
September 4th, 2022 at 7:08 pm
Pretty crazy…I’d hadn’t been to my hometown in about 15 years and was blown away by all the changes and not for the good. Cheers! I love your poems
September 4th, 2022 at 2:19 pm
I catch myself mumbling the same things…why in my day that used to be a park or an open space behind an oak tree that we had sex…all paved over now. Great poem!
September 4th, 2022 at 5:56 pm
Thank you. I’ve been in my hometown a lot lately, not entirely voluntarily. This thinking comes up a lot.