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Thereís No Going Back
by Taylor Graham

So of course I went back
anyway. But it wasnít there anymore.
Sand Canyon (where a couple of scruffy
9th graders got off the late
school bus) no longer exists.
The nearest I can figure,
itís been terraced for a gated-
community called WesterWinds.

The Ridge Highway (where I used to
stare out the dark window
at the very-same-star) is still there
but itís been re-routed and speed-
engineered.

Nothing is left:

not the dry arroyos nor the shack
where neighbors nourished their kids
on strawberry soda,

and those kids grew away
and are probably driving SUVs now
even if they werenít brought up
healthy, according to
my parents

who are dead.








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