Blocks burnt out like firewood,
Where once framed a childhood,
Old brotherhoods, in boyhood,
Light up my mind like fireworks,

A lure hangs like a fishhook,
Skitters the night sky like a jig would,
Victims of liquor -
Linger and bark like driftwood,
Under street poles and buildings rooted like redwoods,

No flora, no growth,
no flower beds 'round,
Rock blossoms these grounds,
In this trodden hometown,

Bars flower corners,
And bloom in the peak, ...