Picturing A Past; Or, A Future Air

There was a time

Right here

When the creek was the loudest thing

Cb radio squawking, the scanner doing its thing

The jets weren’t oft

A car every 30 minutes or so

A trip to town, took a plan

You’d walk down main

Hand in hand

If you stand there

In some future time

Is it quiet again

Peace in the mind

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