Around the Corner
Does foreshadowing have the upper hand
on paranoid anticipation?
Take a left on Friendship Avenue.
When need is greatest, see who runs fastest;
cherish those who remain.
Make a right on Family Boulevard.
So many young faces; where did elders go?
Even Neighborhood Drive is less friendly now
What became of those who gave it character?
Have they moved?
No Mr. Rogers on this block.
Beaten down by relentlessly spinning wheels,
Grim Reaper Street remains.
Once hidden, now vivid
when you round Memory Lane.
Only thoughts for companions
as Father Time chimes incessantly,
bridging the past, present and future.
An empty way station waits at the end of the line,
when secrets around all corners
finally are revealed.
*Written October 11, 2014
Copyright © Carolyn Devonshire | Year Posted 2014
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