arrival

The arrival


I had been away for thirty years
came, put up a new fence, and painted the house
Bright spring green, the house looked posh 
compared with pale white housing
which had been the only legal color when 
the ultra-democratic ruled
I had been spotted, and relatives came to visit
a younger generation that looked like clones
of the people I once knew but with new 
bodies and young faces
clean streets, smokers hid in basements like
ostracized uncles no one spoke about  
the children of this new generation played 
among trees of rubber rolled  on a plastic
lawns, dressed in a padded Superman outfit 
on the attic a painting of me when young
trying to look cool
Nothing had changed the woke mentality
was back and, I was requested to re-paint
my house


saying

 you look back
the past becomes
the future