The New Old Neighborhood
Now easy prey for rapists and for thugs,
she walked along the streets . Like ribbons frayed,
they ran, pot-holed, where dealers pushed their drugs,
where hoods and vagrants played and drunks lay splayed
like garbage by the curbs. Decrepit stores
stood vacant - business ceased. No niceties
took place behind those buildings where the whores
bent woodenly (for cheap) down on their knees.
A rain began to fall. . . became intense.
It pounded her; knocked memories ajar.
Envisioning the pleasant residents
from days long gone, she bolted to her car.
And glancing back, she wished the downpour would
just swallow whole that "new" old neighborhood.
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