Just 4 feet…

In my hometown I always knew where I was

and just about everyone else too; there was no mystery,

just secrets that we’d make up just to have something

special not to talk about and some of them were not nice

and I mostly regret those when I think of them

(which isn’t often), and there were a lot of dreams

when we were young, while a rarity among adults;

it’s those railroad tracks, the wise old men would say,

the tracks stretched by the northern most reach of town

and I’d never been able to cross those 4 feet.