Change Poem by Heather Iverson

It's funny how some things never change
a fond childhood memory
i lived in a city once
our favorite place was the pizza shack
families and cops seated in booths and on stools
along red and white checked walls and tableclothes
it was many years ago
i was eight
i loved that place like i loved watching the fireworks explode over the lake some years later i learned of a policeman's funeral
they said it was a driveby
a shattered window
now i imagine that bullethole in one of the red squares on the wall
like a red cross
perception forever altered
now the pizza shack is gone
some other shop in its place
someone else's fond memory born
it's funny how some things change