We flew to Detroit for a tricky operation on my husband’s heart
Hadn’t been back since 1965
When the city roiled with prosperity
Skies smoked dollar bills and
Roving enterprise men drove Cadillacs down wide esplanades
Hived out in skyscrapers
Papered the land with factories and mills
The size of football fields.
But when we arrived all that was left was
Lots of nothing
Cadaverous warehouses and empty storefronts
Looming schools abandoned and boarded up
Tall office buildings, hundreds of them, all
Hollowed out window shells
Every neighborhood blank with weeds and broken concrete
The city might as well be dead my husband said.
Then we went to the hospital and afterwards home.
Surgery was a success.