WEEKEND CORNERS

The drive through the my hometown steals the plaster and concrete of childhood leaving only a faint taste in the mind as brief and difficult to name as the scent of long dead fires blown on the wind miles from their source.

I recognize by name only the library downtown, and nearby the stores where my family used to shop, are now only a parking lot. The theater has become a grocery store, my ballet school a boarded-up no-name church.

I remember the person I was standing in the sun those long years ago. But only in the way I remember a character in a book I once read, the title of which I long ago forgot.

Most strange of all is this reverie of disappearing days from weekend corners briefly lit by summer’s light.

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