All Those Places
...once thought of as somewhere.
This will be a silly poem. But sometimes all you need is just a few simple words, not too self-conscious, and not at all concerned about who won’t like them. So here it goes, this is my ode to Wheeling, West Virginia, to Ashland, Kentucky, to Portsmouth, Ohio, to Gary, Indiana, and to all of those places once thought of as somewhere, but that are now an afterthought except to those souls who frequent the old McDonald’s, getting to know the characters from the local cast of life, lending an ear listening to the sad soliloquies of the forgotten.
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- The Invitation · September 14‹ The CrescendoI Used to Know ›