To Lost Places
A corner of stores with Spanish and English names
Sits at a traffic light near my home in Michigan.
A patch of cement and a few unfrequented buildings,
Seen only from a car window
Waiting for the light to change.
This pocket of commerce . . .
A stretch of grass near electrical towers . . .
That sidewalk you’ve never tread . . .
But magnified strangely
By a sense of loss
After you moved