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A Place
Quaniyah Hardaway-Foster Poet Warrior
A Place
There is a place
A place with a circular fountain
downtown where stray dogs go
A place
A place where I walk down Calumet
To the sound of honking cars
The sound of brakes screeching
A place
A place where I walk past Jr’s house
To the silence because he’s no longer here
But the smell of fresh tortillas roams
through the air
A place
A place where that sandy yellow house is
Where the cats scatter across the block
Where things are unexpected
A place where Speedway is packed
Hondas, Nissans, Fords, in array of colors
A place
A place with Caucasians, African
Americans, Hispanics
A unknown place to humanity
A place…
That place…
A place I call home