Tales From The Patio: #5 Poem by Windsor Guadalupe Jr
Tales From The Patio: #5
And then the mobile
Was sluggishly treading
The old streets
And I felt like a tourist
Within these familiar freeways.
The thoroughfare was
Full of people
And they were shouting
And billowing
And carousing.
The suddenness of
Forgetting the old roads
Swept me like
A blustering wind.
I have forgotten the oldest
Of roads.
I looked at
The figure standing
Beside me
And I forgot
Who I was.
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