Past John Patrick
Williston
We never quite knew what went on
behind the First Avenue brick facade
We knew that BMW’s went in eventually
to emerge and sit some more on the curb.
Eventually, what was once mystery, behind the boarded door, fell, to reveal, to those now seeing, there was nothing, except we who knew, saw the Night of the living dead
flickering, the vintage old beamers heading up Noble to the Red Devils auto mechanics class.
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