i walk through the part of an old market ,where new buildings are coming up and i can find past sobbing somewhere


where is it going?

i walk up to the uptown slowly
and my childhood comes alive
remaining old buildings
with broken window panes
new structures coming up
callous and cold concrete
i see through dark windows
past lies sobbing in corner

i walk by the barbecue vendor
coal burns and flames rise
is it the time burning ?or

where is it going?



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Written on 2024-08-15 at 08:44

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Griffonner The PoetBay support member heart!
I like the way the final stanza poses this archetypal question, that is sometimes glossed over in people's minds when revisiting places and things. The answer of course, is 'change'. That's where it is going. Seems simple, but is infinitely complex. Blessings, Allen
2024-08-15