Travel Poems: The Curtain of Memory

I grew up here, and now I find it strange
Although still quite familiar, every turn
Remembered; and the paucity of change
Is jarring, while keen mem’ries start to burn —

I drive these streets again long after decades
And see the mise-en-scene change in this place:
Affection, masked as love, once worked its wonder,
Now love, masked as affection, hides its face

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