I still carry pieces of the city around
echos of the alleys still linger, flowing through
my soul. We lived in those alleys as children
riding bikes, kick ball, baseball, a broken window
was the worst thing we ever did, an accident
in the winter sledding, snowball fights without rocks.
Row after row of brick houses, giving us stability
while Norman Wells played Johnny Cash
for about the hundredth time, I never knew Jimi Hendrix
until later. The smell of Polish sausages cooking
on Sundays, Mrs. Di Paulo slicing limburger cheese,
carrying Sicily no matter where she went,
while Janis Joplin sang her heart out, but at least
she was alive then. We were safe in the alleys
there was no broken glass back then,
no sign of knives or guns, it was the 1960’s.
It was still the early days, before
the world went completely insane.
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Peace and blessings to everyone.
“When we love people, we give them hope.”