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Poem: The Old Neighborhood

Though no one lives there now
I remember the old neighborhood
Where I used to play with all my friends
In a kingdom of make-believe
That made us feel safe
And anything was possible
In that half-hour increment
Where we could escape
Because we wanted to be a neighbor
In button-up sweaters
And laced converses
When I had to pretend
My Velcro sneakers had strings
The trolley no longer runs
Though I still often close my eyes
And go back to talk with old friends

Inspired by this tweet


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