I don’t have to look
through the rear-view mirror to
know where my past is
Notes: Magpie Tales posted the above photograph (Lee Friedlander, from America by Car) as this week's prompt. What added to the idea of this particular poem was another prompt provided by Imunuri, who said to write about, "...a place you loved as a child."
This does not look at all like the neighborhood where I grew up, (N.E. Philadelphia, in case you might be wondering) but I liked the idea of NOT looking in the rear-view mirror. Why? Because I'll always know where I came from anyway, and I like the idea of that memory.
The form, obviously, is 5/7/5 Haiku.