Sorting the Filing Cabinet

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.

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