A Walk in the Old Neighborhood

Five years’ 

tyrannical hold

on the rest 

of a life,

revisiting visitations 

ghosts greet

me everywhere I go,

houses disappear 

from hilltops

morph

On corners.

Content 

I cannot visit

this decade past

because 

I am still here.

I am still here.

Who here 

will be old

most 

of their lives?

All of us, I hope?