The Old Neighborhood
That street,
Not easy to
Spell, even
Now.
But radiators,
And old Christmases
Are unfounded.
But still, this
Tinsle town,
I wish I never
Abandoed you.
Driving, so fast,
In a Dodge,
We smiled, girl.
Until we domesticated
Ourselves.
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