Looking for the landmarks
Of a youth long gone
Most have been erased
By time and progress that keeps marching on
New strip centers a dime a dozen
Filling a much needed green space
Some re-purposed,
Same spot, new name, new occupation
Some just empty
Boarded up
Decaying day by day
It's like returning to a town rebuilt after a war;
Some placed survive but not unchanged
Similar but not the same
Disorienting as if in a dream
But clearly wide wake