and
above the ridges
along
perrysville avenue
and
the charles street valley
leave
orange sodium glare
where
there were once houses
bouncing
off bare hillsides
hillsides
we climbed nearly sixty years ago
when
it still snowed
and
below
in
the river valleys
streetcars
sang through hairpin curves
and
car barn turn-a-rounds
wet
snow stuck to you
then
soaked you through
until
your legs itched
and
then drying off
next
to a hot radiator
taking
the heat inside
you
didn't mind the gray winter
the
bottom of buena vista street
led
into the park
a
footbridge over railroad tracks
frozen
in time
marking
your first steps
on
your own
---
e b bortz
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