Returning to a place
Somewhat known
But have to dig deep
In the soil of my memory
Thinking it was
That terrible summer
Just after a lot of stuff
Happening
Buried so deeply that
Only its name remains
Frowning but the place
Of this time around
Is quaint and of quality
Frozen forever is
The dendrites and folds
Of my grayish brain cells
And that’s all
Delaware Water Gap
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