Hindsight
Jan 6, 2021
Tires to the pavement
I’m treading rather thin
My rearview mirror is shaking
Red dust filtering in
What’s this town and all its kind
The corner store; the vacant lot
The musty bits of wind
That remind me I forgot
I forgot about the people
I forgot about the nooks
I forgot about my grandma
Introducing me to books
Somehow it’s like the intro
To a tale that I forgot
About a family of fiction
With a 40-acre plot
Some parents stretching dollars
As they take shifts at the plant
And raise a roof propped up with walls
That never seem to slant
Some kids delaying chores
As their imaginations spin
Elaborate stories to distract them
From the hole they wound up in
But everything is golden still
Like dew on morning grass
In my hindsight of this town
And whatever else I pass
