Sophistry and Sambuca

It takes me not back, not Home, But to a familiar but stranger Post office, bakery, The Movies

Not squeezed together But together still With room to breathe.

Houses, with their sloping roofs, solar panels now, Yard margins, square lot, Double-decker, still squat.

I picked her up in a Pontiac Grand Am And drove us to the sushi restaurant

And then we’ve rolled past.

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