I am lost in a maze of streets I did not even know existed
or have forgotten since my last trek here, this place where horses used to tug barges
along a canal dug across the state, a journey through my life even though I did not exist
back then when the barges did, my life
measured out not in teaspoons but in the remnants of this thing that existed
here before the main roads came, I am anachronism, out of time, wishing to live
when the barges came and went, now sentenced to existence of watching these
spaces, filled in to create an unrecognizable landscape in which I do not
belong
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