I originally wrote this as the subheading for this blog. I don't think I have published it in this form. It changed and developed over time, and I have just been sitting on it. Why sit on it, right? I feel like I need to make a better effort to get my poetry out to the world, too.
Akron, Ohio
Winding along the first interstate
built through a city, in my
windshield is the urban sprawl
and the suburban slump
with Goodyear emblazoned
in gold and smoke stacks
belching black into the
sherbet-swirled sky.
The last holdouts from yesterday
are hiding within these crumbling
ruins of the working class
-- that are fading in my
rear-view mirror. I nod
and give thanks. Firestone
dances in red for just an instant
as I dart in the opposite direction,
towards my exit.
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