Nostalgia

Where are the neighborhoods with bushes
big enough to hide in?
Kids that go around the block together all afternoon,
Normal-sized houses and the old Winkfields next door...
All day the kids hung out at that corner,
played on the grass, got drinks out of the hose,
and only left the area to go around the block over and over again.

All of a sudden I'm 30.
Life has shown me again that I am not in control.

I bet that block is not nearly as big
as I remember it being.

Original: HERE.

This poem was made entirely from text in the above e-mail.