Interlaken Park

Movement recollected, reenacted.
I feel my feet stepping in the fading light
Around and over roots across the path.
I'm on my way again from east of
Broadway northward, toward the U.,
A journey through the city, though this
Half is in a wooded park. I used to come
Here every day, a student, doped most
Often, off to lectures on philosophy.
I liked the walk, the classes less. I
Come this time to see my world,
Starting place to ending place, and
Learn what's changed in forty years.
The house I lived in was torn down.
The University is even less appealing
Than it was. The long walk through
This dim-lit forest lifts my spirits.
Here, I'm as I always was, a shadow
Far from everyone, at least, that's
What I recollect, and seek to reenact.



Poetry by Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2016-03-01 at 00:21

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