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  • Detroit, July 2012
    By Scott Newport

    Her floral dress
    Hung sweet as
    She held the sidewalk
    In front of her two
    Story home

    “Been staying here
    For over thirty years”
    She revealed
    “Worked at the
    Plant for awhile”

    Her tiny dog tugged
    As she reminisced
    “Reilly’s got the
    Separation anxiety”
    She announced

    There were only
    Three houses left on
    The street
    Wild grasses and
    Rimless tires
    Owned the other

    Opened toe shoes
    Spoke her age
    Much more than
    Her smooth
    Dark cheeks

    Short dreadlocks
    Seemed to crown her
    Made me wonder
    About her youth

    It was a Saturday
    In the hood
    And George’s
    Grand ma was
    Waiting for her
    Ride to church

    Before I left
    I asked, “What did
    Your folks do
    For a living?”

    “They had
    Their own”
    She spoke out

    On the way
    Back to the suburbs
    I understood
    What she meant.
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