Hometown Waves

On the corner, in the local market,

walking old familiar sidewalks,

feel the energy, the constant racket,

hearing voices familiar talks.


i drove past my childhood in several

different avenues, and smiled

a lot, while occasional stark recall

suggested I’d been a little wild.


I recalled the night in the lower breezeway

she was as willing as I that night,

to talk about anything that mattered that day,

just being there was surely a delight.


Though the streets were all sort of named,

I could only recall the eyes, and faces

everyone today just seemed more aimed

at handling aging with certain graces.


Driving through town came across the Sun

streaking across the sky, just so close

to jumping inside, say hello to your one,

yet today wasn’t the right way to close.


So i continued along our, your Grand avenue

wondered about a smile, a real person

working the machines, each day ideas anew,

thought another time, a newer reason.


My hometown, I posted a pic and a grin

to realize we were much older then,

today, we just reasoned how we might win

this battle of aging, less scarier than


the innocence of childhood, of young adults

living out their lives with such similar results.

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