Spruced, cleaned up, did up
It's been ages or so of corruption erupt
As yet, making heads or tails of disrupt
What could've been, a city of brotherly love
From, we will never blink free of
The once boom town of days forgotten
With its forsaken downtrodden
Reflection of shattered wind hum
Along with, vanished forebears, begotten
Detroit Times --News a flashing
Bouncing back, itty-bitty
Fordtown, Motor City
Rousing, awakening, breathing
The start of a new beginning
Know-how, patcher uppers, mending
Casing, coating, covering
The fractured Motown history
By and by, one and all to see
That you're recovering to be
Time will camouflage all of thee
Leftover wounds, fade and shade
Generous amount, paint, masquerade
To feather back in, the once decried
Once again, find character domain pride
No sense in holding, something, blurring
Expectation is in the purifying
Smell the wild breeze of futurity
Witness the buds blooming
A sea of new faces developing
Promising, forgetful time
Of Big D, nebulous, dreary
© daniel miltz
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