Walking to Rombouts

Dariana Sierra

A summer day to remember calms down at 6:30
The mist from the sprinkler grows old and tired
I’m walking home, But not in a hurry.

I take one last glance at the welcoming swings,
They say farewell as they rock gently
A firefly soars past my eyes,
Him and his friends are in a frenzy.

From Seton Falls  back to Rombouts.
My first long journey seems now so short
An older child taking a walk down memory lane
My mind is a map to home and will never contort   

A dandelion tickles my leg,
Passing by a curvy bench
The Golden Hour warms my face ahead
I hold onto a ray in a fistful clench.

The humidity sticks to my body,
Like morning dew to a green leaf,
If only this day can repeat forever,
But reality tends to cease my beliefs.

I’m walking through the plaza on dyre,
Where frozen lemonade is sold at the corner,
Reggaeton plays as I walk,
The type of music that sets your body on fire.

I’m on the edge of the curb,
Staring at majority of my childhood,
Heated traffic and the school that made me who I am,
I’m used to it all over again so I’m not disturbed.

It wasn’t Steenwick Avenue and its long sidewalk I took,
My brave feet stepped into the middle of the street,
I’m walking up the hill to home,
This hill gifted me bravery that fear once shook.

Here I am at the top of Rombouts avenue,
My old blue house, now a smooth parking lot,
It’s amazing how things can change when you leave,
These streets of the Bronx are forever a home to the map of my mind.

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Main Location:

Rombouts Ave, Bronx, NY, USA


Other locations:

Rombouts Avenue in the Bronx, New York