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Goo show bob, i like imagery poems, sometimes i can feel or smell or taste them. keep on making those poems. they are fun and good therapy or just a good chuckle. i would like to share one with you, et al. It's a leaving home poem pittsburgh in your rear view mirror Pittsburgh in Your Rear View Mirror A July sun climbs the elm trees And the last thing you see Is your mother shouting tears In the Hornet's rear view mirror Your sister waves a feeble smile While Lexington Court fades green Almost everything you own Is sold, what's left is your idea of Basic necessities. Boxes precisely Stacked on the roof, plastic covering Snugged down with a diamond hitch And you think its like something Out of the Grapes of Wrath. The back Seat is jerry rigged for sleeping You don't mind the fetal position But you're so stoked you know You won't sleep much Later, when ask the date in July You realize Its the same day As the other wedding And it stirs up aching memories Fort Pitt slides by with the Monongahela Before the Liberty Tubes swallow you A sternwheeler beneath the bridge Its calliope puffs a steamy farewell And the last thing you see In the rear view mirror Is you