Harwood Avenue

A place where the rich and poor stand nose-to-nose without seeing one another.

Dearest Harwood Avenue,
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.

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