HOME AGAIN NOW AND THEN
Drove up I-70 to Georgetown
where I lived in ’85
the air was crisp,
the shops were filled,
the hills were still alive.
I shuffled through Ophelia’s
craved bone china white and blue
old books loved
toys well played
and dragon puppets, new.
The Shoppe Internationale
beckoned as of old…
Swedish toys,
Norwegian trolls,
Bright blue glass trimmed with gold.
Crossed the street to use the lew
in the warm and toasty library,
Intriguing book
of sailor’s yarns,
and others made me tarry.
Drove back ‘longside the deep cold lake,
thinking of thirty years past…
but, does no good
to think too much,
can bring you down too fast.
So just there, ’round ’bout Downieville,
I turned off the frontage road
and joined the traffic
sailing past;
put down my punishing load.
Turned on the great new stereo
in my great new true blue Mini,
turned up the tunes
and sang along,
Made it home with smiles a plenty.
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