Familiarity

Forty years on now

Can see Friday’s lights from here

Return to scene of the crime

Boulevards unchanged

untainted by the shadows of years

and still bathe in afternoon’s

waning light

Bricks hold no memories

only echoes, then vanished

Familiarity donned

like old slippers

Do not lament forgotten years

Done and gone

Fixed for all time

against the mutable spirit