Unavoidably overwhelmed
by the familiar curve
of a city street
rolling around the edges,
like skaters in a rink. 

Finding you somewhere local,
to have your raves and coffee,
regulated by the thrum
of a neat 330.

Murals on the back of corner stores
“discovered” by each new class
of Lafayette Generals.
How long until the years no longer feel real?

The imprint of a horseshoe,
out by the castle we’re known for.
Divisible by a Dairy Queen
and wherever you can find
a strawmelon Ale 8.