You can go home again
despite what the author said
but home won’t be home anymore
so perhaps the author was right.
It used to be a little used beltway
strangling the already small
downtown, a sunken dream of
some city planner with myopia.
Now they have filled that in
and lined it with apartments;
here an array of identical, stacked boxes,
the blocks of an eight-year-old
architect who has discovered order,
and there uneven stacks sitting askew
fashioned by the less nimble hands
of a three-year-old architect
perhaps, but all bearing the same name
Now Leasing, which I suppose would be
an interesting name if this small city
wanted to change from the name
it has had forever and a day.