Remember

Drinking in the gray limbs of the city
where the smokestacks puff like cigarettes in the wind
and the flame is always burning at the steel mill,
Heat drifting softly up against the hard chill-
we’re all just dreaming of the summer,
of swing-sets flung behind when we were younger,
the grass prickling away at our toes,
how lightning bugs set everything aglow, but-

The sun glints cold off the snowy highway,
the Cleveland bustle hums along the byways,
the towers haunt the skyline in the frost-storm,
In what thoughts we find, everything was warm.
Now we’re getting lost thinking about the old days,
thinking what we’d lose to walk the old ways, thinking
remembrance is the strangest sort of fear,
but anywhere is better than here.

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s