Today I saw something that broke my pathetic heart; the interstate on-ramp was blocked off for construction and the streets on the detour were all one way, making getting out discouragingly hard. Today I saw something that summed up this town in a glance; a pick-up truck with a dixie flag and flat tire, parked in front of an abandoned building. A closed mind in a stationary person. Broken down, going nowhere. I’ve been walking on Grace St. for the last six years, watching the rain come down on empty bottles, then sparkle away like shards of glass; going down the gutter but not taking anything with it. Sometimes I think nothing is new anymore. I’ll swear up and down nothing can be redefined. The sun rises in the east over lost souls and it shines over southside’s broken hearts.
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