A Poemdog

Dogs 2011

DOWNTOWN
(11/3/11)


I miss
this place

the city's
center
has a presence

a personality

walking
well past
midnight
through the
temporarily vacated
business district
straight down
the middle
of Main Street
not a car
in sight
I feel
as if I
own
the city

more properly
I feel
that I alone
belong
in the arms
of this metro
mother

the buildings
bend in the heights
seeming to sway
like 90 degree
cornered trees
in an urban
oasis

their faces
calmly exude
a powerful countenance
that commands
respect
and demands
participation

I feel
an energy
here

maybe
it's the clinging
history

maybe
it's the limitless
potential
lurking in
and around
every structure

maybe
it's the myriad
of possibilities
for happenings
both good
and bad

crazily
the bad ones
were previously
just as satisfying
as the good

action
either way
was craved

maybe
it's simply
a touch
of the old insanity
that never
really
goes
away

I get
back
to my car
   get in
   start up
and head back
to midtown

where I now
   at least
   for mailing
   purposes
belong