Featuring Healing Verse Germantown community poetry.
Maplewood
On that street
where love poured in
our house to the fill line,
where nightmares pierced sleep
and gunfire pierced dreams,
where I reached
for your arms to feel mine,
Now children squeal,
glare at me through glass eyes
want me to buy plastic jewelry
tuned with their mother’s love;
You are gone
belated, busy falling
in love with another city
and I am home–crossing
into a fall forlorn and spotted
I am home, waiting
for the crosswalk to forget you
and the community fridge to forget you
to go forward
into the pool of memory
and find only gratitude
and great surprise
at this dream’s ending.
