Looking through red reversed letters from the window of Jill’s Diner
Waiting on a greasy burger
Thinking about the two miles from a park bench to this booth
Passing the other side of every postcard picture
Views of Columbus others do not see
A plaque on a quiet walk beneath the Third Street bridge
Professing the “death valley” survivors
Poor people living in the uncivilized early 1900’s Columbus
Hard tanned men with orange hats and vests
Working behind pylons and making downtown hum with machine noise
Crossing barricades in streets that hide developing architectural wonder
Pictures taken of sculptures, art, memorials, and bright passages through alleyways
The geometric shapes and curves of concrete and steel set against green and budding trees
Tributes in bricks laid downtown in meek monuments to many more deserving
New memorials in fresh concrete of quoted wisdoms about life or learning
The walk fills with color and reflection of one experience among generations
The surrounding fields and dirt roads changed to a humming place of people
People on their way to somewhere else perhaps
Instead they stayed here, and called it home
A woman freed from time sits contemplating over a greasy burger
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