South Bend Again: A Poem

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South Bend Again

I’m not going to South Bend tomorrow and may never get the chance again.

The springtime roads through the skyway are there,

but since I finally have some time to spare-

this week only- I guess I won’t care. Or make the trip again.

Sometimes you need to take a risk

move all your armies in one direction.

I know my friends will shoot for pocket rockets tomorrow night,

introspective deluge delight.

South Bend again,

to visit a friend who will become a former friend.

Maybe I’ll get the chance to meet in the middle

Buy you a jameo on St. Patrick’s Day again. Sophomoric.

Echo-morphic. Over and over again.

In my mind, my plans were made up,

friendly e-mails struck to hit send.

But I’m guessing structure will keep me in my place,

Your work on Navy Pier I’ve yet to never read.

(A million ways to make an excuse- just read it!)

I may never see downtown,

and you

or South Bend,

really,

ever,

ever,

again.