My senses deceived me-

[groove]

My senses deceived me-

feet touching concrete,
the city smelled familiar
a mix, rainwater and garbage
and plastic cups, beads
if they have a smell

nostalgia
and hands touching walls
of buildings far away
watching streets
never filled with water

they glance as my eyes close
he looks, concerned
furrowed brow and takes me
pulls me by the hand,
drags me down the street

they don't see the ghosts I see

I'm not sure even I do
anymore it's something
just over my shoulder,
out of reach, and
far enough away to quiet

the muttering,
talking, mistaking city blocks
for something else I saw once
he watches my eyes search
not knowing what I'm looking for

every city is the same

and it isn't,
except when you close your eyes
to see the jazz parade,
the rain of days,
it doesn't matter where you are

it finds you.