Douglass Park, where we piled on a merry-go-round and spun round & round so fast that some of us fell off. And all of us saw the sky whirl round even standing still.

The streets of Weber Park, my neighborhood in then North Tarrytown (now Sleepy Hollow), where we played tag, hung out in each other’s backyards, played stickball. Or raced around carrying huge branches to bully the big kids.

The lower driveway at 52 Holland Avenue, where I roller skated with the Sterino kids. The Apple tree I climbed up and played in on summer days.

Camelot days, before the move across the Hudson…

adjacent homes

of another working-class

neighborhood

what would my life have been

had I stayed?

for Tanka Poets on Site: Gerry Muse #377. Prompt for 14th October 2023