URBAN REMOVAL
Melvin was my best friend in high school.
We were both a bit odd.
We sat on the ledge
outside of the student cafeteria.
We made fun of the other students,
who couldn’t care less
what we thought of them.
I had not spoken to Melvin
for forty years.
One day,
I looked his number up
on the internet.
While at dinner,
he told me
the projects where he grew up
were recently imploded.