It is as it wasWe move along the suspended
track, winding through
smokestacks, edifices
without proper faces
toward the banking tower
the lone citadel of this
trash-strewn region
I have returned to
the borough of my youth
not out of want
but necessity
as this Barack era
has further stripped
the city of meaningful
work with benefits
It is as it was --
plentitude and barrenness
exchange greetings
I climb the stairs
to the office.
By Mary E. Lohan
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