your sorrow oh so sweet,
how do I say goodbye to you
having felt your wretched heat?
I will not see your conclusion,
mighty with your homes of wealth
disconcerted by intrusions
from the poor who lay in stealth.
A major street so proud and bleak
leading nowhere, north or south.
I have been there many times a week
and seen it for myself
Foster kids and wealthy men,
disappearing into mirrors.
If I come back here never, then
I may see a little clearer.
Dearest Harwood Avenue:
This is my goodbye.
I must now abandon you
but you stay within my mind.