Somewhere in my Mind
I remember
Puddles
Skippin' along the curb, puddle ahead
Shallow or deep, maybe probe with a stick
After a torrential rain
Sticks leaves & assorted debris
Blocking the city storm-drain
From sending water to the nearby Mississippi like most Minneapolis
Effluent systems, why we were told
By our elders never to fish from
The riverbank below the cities!
The city never cleaned up the gutter
After Jimmy B's head was crushed under
His dad's rear truck tire
Walked past the red-splattered curb
For weeks on the way to school
Walked down the opposite side every day
Nobody talked about the accident
Jimmy & his elaborate basement
Train metropolis were neighborhood
Legends, even written about in
Local fish-wraps in the early 60's
Ponder on it now, some 60+
Years later
Have to go look if the house
Address iron-numbers, embedded
Half-way in the giant Elm on Jimmy's
Boulevard have remained disappeared
Don't know why I want to go look
They were swallowed by the tree
Last time I checked 30years ago
I guess time
Swallows
Everything
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