Landmarks
Every city is someone’s city.
Every place on earth,
from the sprawling concrete jungles
to the backroad forest towns,
belongs to the people within it.
They are the people that know
every crack and every crevice,
which place makes the best burgers
and which roads to avoid in the rain.
Each city has its landmarks
that ground the citizens
in their history and heritage-
the things that only they
will ever truly understand.
The things the tourists and outsiders
pass by without a second thought.
So many untold treasures,
made this way by their
exclusive significance
to a select few.
When I visit other towns
I look for these things,
these places that blend in
unless you are searching.
I know I’ll never understand these places,
but I smile knowing
that there are people out there that do.
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That need to belong. When I visit I look for these things. I enjoyed this poem.
That first line is so good