walking down sidewalks
school children jump over cracks
protecting mom’s back
Nottingham Terrace
I look back walking down the street in my old neighborhood.
I remember catching fireflies on warm summer nights.
Building forts in the woods behind our house now an ugly chartreuse.
Palm Lane Closure
I sit by my bedroom window and watch the world zoom past.
Children ride their bikes down the street to meet friends at the park.
The city sets out orange cones to begin patching up the cracks.
Hi Veronica. Perfect poems.
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