We loved tilted porches
overgrown with goldenrod,
driveways split by crabgrass
riven by Scottish thistles like
lesions, the rusted basketball
rim nailed to an unkempt birch
tree. The “NO TRESPASSING”
signs, bright orange and glossy,
modernity screaming at us to stay
away, so we did, but we wanted those
forgotten worlds, cathartic nostalgia:
explore unknown pasts, provide
a reprieve, one final act of
acknowledgment.