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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