By Scott Chalupa
Perusing all the older thoughts and dreams
I indulged in so few years ago
My laden head lilting to the left
in lofty thoughts of pipe dreams
lighting the lofty thoughts I held in lieu of "realistic" pursuits
It seems passed only a ten-day...
And driving through the
old main drags over my earlier years
I shift my sight slightly port and starboard
seeing street kids streaking through
old stomping grounds of mine slightly, smirking as they smile.
This is where I used to play.
It was my shelter, my refuge, my home...
In a way, it still is.