DETROIT UNHINGED poem
By Richard L. Provencher
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Detroit Unhinged
I saw the face of despair on
the news last night—an hour of concern
houses lost through mortgages
abandoned to vandals
and bargain-buyer dealers
homes for even a $1
wind ravaged
introducing a beaver into the river
first time in 75 years
heard it later on Regis’ show.
The wrinkled singer on his porch
strumming out hard times
came here fifty-one years ago
with nothing
time has a way of plinking its way
back around the bend.
And I wept for America
a land of friends
a place the world looks up to
wounded
but not out of the picture.
Overcome the decay
in your neighbourhoods
and streets with crowded asphalt
broken window reminders
of your pain.
I know you’ll come back to America
and I’ll be waiting.
© 2009 Richard L. Provencher
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