By: Bottled up Zen~


Americana waits on Darcy Drive
Half a block from where we grew up
The landscape reveals lines in the dirt
where rivers dug deep and left scars
My neighbor wanders in her garden
She turns 90 this year and only
seems happy when she speaks of her sons
There is a shadow that blankets
the sidewalks in the day
making the street seem most comfortable at night
The smells at dusk stir memories
of cut grass and wet earth
and Aluminum sided barns are beginning to rust
Half a block from Darcy Drive.