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STRADDLING THIRD ST

in my imagination

I stand in the middle of the street

I point this way to the library

& that way to the Y

the roads I chose as a man

all startd here

the library was a stone mansion

with turret & balconies

& wraparound porch

I was as lost in its books

as in bodies

in the locker room

across the street

a church bought the library

& knockd it down

(so much for churches)

years later the Y

was torn down too

but because I’m walking

in my imagination

both buildings stand proud

I point this way to my head

& that way to my heart

for the rest of my life

I’m in the middle of Third St