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.
By the time we arrived all that was left was
Cadaverous warehouses and empty storefronts
Eyeless schools the size of city blocks
Tall office buildings, hundreds of them, all
Hollowed out window shells
A city blank with weeds and broken concrete
I used to live there my husband said
Pointing to a shambled street.
Then we went to the hospital.
Surgery was a great success.