Today I saw something that broke my pathetic heart; the interstate on-ramp was blocked off for construction and the streets on the detour were all one way, making getting out discouragingly hard. Today I saw something that summed up this town in a glance; a pick-up truck with a dixie flag and flat tire, parked in front of an abandoned building. A closed mind in a stationary person. Broken down, going nowhere. I ve been walking on Grace St. for the last six years, watching the rain come down on empty bottles, then sparkle away like shards of glass; going down the gutter but not taking anything with it. Sometimes I think nothing is new anymore. I ll swear up and down nothing can be redefined. The sun rises in the east over lost souls and it shines over southside s broken hearts.