Is this second or fifth?
You know I never could tell the difference
from one block to the next.
Similar arrangements of small houses
constructed in the mid-sixties,
aged well with multiple additions.
A rocking chair on the porch
that rocks even when no one's near.
Yards kept up well are never too small
for the children whose whole lives
are run neatly within these few blocks.
I still can't tell one from the next.
An elementary school named for a president.
A playground on the corner,
little more than a dirt pile and rusted swingset,
also named for a president.
And I can't tell anymore what it is,
what it is the honor is in.
You know I never could tell the difference.
This street could be tenth:
that park named for another president.
