On Larimer Street,
In Denver, I went the wrong way
Because the sun was endlessly bright
And my eyes hurt.
So, I winced and decided to turn
Around and see a different view
And go the other way.
I longed for night, so the darkness
Might blur the vision.
In sunlight, there were too many new
Things and I longed for the
Old buildings; these pieces didn't fit.
This music is too now,
And the haircuts are too today.
These silvery parked bicycles
Have taken short trips.
The billiard club fills me with despair
For times gone by so I go over
And look at all the hanging beads for
Making necklaces, as if they held a key to
Some magical thinking and wearing beads
Could bring back what once was.
I wondered if this pawn shop
And keeps them safe
Until later when the memories
Are bought back.
Nobody finds places long gone.
But, taking back memories
Makes me smile.
On this street,
It would be fitting.
© 2010 Marjorie Levine