little bear in woodlawn.

we went on a little journey, little bear and me, down along the train tracks to woodlawn. it's not far but it is a change. i read that woodlawn was the third hottest neighborhood for real estate speculation in the country a while back, but maybe that was sales hype, like the obama center, maybe it's suspended, like obama's hope and change, pending the pandemic, and the rising sea and the dwindling economy, like other slogans and seasons that come to pass. there was a place i remember walking with barak obama the beagle some time ago, a plot with trees growing where a house once stood and you could see the floors still with those black and white beehive tiles and grass in between the rooms where the walls used to be. now it's a greenline homes project. real estate comes and goes like slogans and presidents. you can see ghosts of change in communities. you feel it in your solar plexus, down between your belly button and your diaphragm, like breathing, still here, still here, and how you also come and go.