Chill May gloom
Took my aches away
Each step toward my 52-year-old bank
Great Western, Washington Mutual, Lytton
Safe deposit of my father’s last letter
Architecture remains
Fairfax stretched my Jewish imagination
The theater was legit
With Oh Calcutta
Diamond Bakery wet my pre-gluten free days
Rye with seeds
Ladies observing the Sabbath
The Budapest filled my stomach
With Hungarian roots
Each storefront awakens a sliver
Grappling with Highschool
Tried not to take a whipping
Waitresses at Canters to insult
Blurring away
As millennials replace
Stone
Lost translation
Recognition barely
My reminisces keep walking
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