The Batavia of the 1960's.
The memory
of the race track,
the back stretch,
salt in tiny cone shaped paper cups of cold water
from thhe restaurant
where my dad's picture hugn.
I love remembering
the stirring chef in the candy shop window,
the steps of the big church,
the sidewalk around the laundry room
at the trailer park,
the 'bars',
the 'glad man' who came to the trailer
with gladiols for
the big yellow vase.
I don't know Batavia now
but I love my
memories of it.
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