This heaven gives me migraine.
- Gang of Four
Faint sounds of bygone summers
linger through suburban avenues. Hotrods
cruised on Friday nights full of kids
looking for something to do. Football games,
dances & hamburger stands would often suffice.
Brian found his voice here. Marilyn,
another starstruck girl in the city light’s
shadow, was called Norma then.
Memory, a misty mizzle, evaporating
under the warmth of the sun.
Discount stores choke the boulevard
where families flocked to after Sunday
services. A plane takes off from the runway
of the municipal airport. It gains altitude,
flies over the city and towards the sea.
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