Suburban Development

The unfinished plots we pedaled to,

Chasing the adolescent thrill

Of undiscovered paths

That ran through our suburban wood,

Called me to consciousness

As they were overrun 

By the nostalgia of a young man's

First amnesia.

 

To attribute this tragedy to time,

Or the careless failures of a teenage mind:

A question that lengthens 

The aching space

Between those undeveloped plots,

And these new homes;

The children within them,

And the child within me.