The Old Neighborhood

<p><strong>Stride across familiar concrete<br /> No map needed, led by my feet<br /> Musical notes from a second story window<br /> As the smoke from a bus fills the air</strong></p> <p><strong>Aroma and scent of breads and dough<br /> Flavors and odors that forever I&rsquo;ll know<br /> Young one&#39;s groups walking past<br /> They&#39;re up to something, going too fast</strong></p> <p><a href="https://medium.com/zen-poetry/the-old-neighborhood-ef7658f17757"><strong>Click Here</strong></a></p>