Strange... Poem by Rebecca Navarre

Standing out in the middle
of this darkened road, houses
all in a row. Orange street lights
down on the corner, still a glow.
Seems like everything is still the
same. But no, everything has
changed... Thirty some years roll
by, but nobody'd know. The stories
told, what time's erased. With nothing
replaced, same old face. Nothing new,
just a different point of view. That breaches
from me to you. Yet, everything seems so
strange. Shut my eyes, blink twice, nobody
knows my name.