interesting subject matter. i liked the author's note too. i'm from the northwest (seattle) and always thought (and still do) that the architecture was so dull. one of the reasons i moved to chicago was so i could live in a city that had a lot of older apartments (what you call pre war). i try to talk myself into moving to a more modern setting, but just can't do it.

Those contrasts fascinate me. They make me think of my own memories of being aware of those contrasts. Your poem captures it all gorgeously.

a definite contrast between your first and last stanza's, I feel the loss between the start and end well.

the suburbs here in the east aren't much more genuine, but yes, there's hardwood floors and some difference in the houses. And the east coast misses you, too...:)

Nope, they don't build em like they used to, in Ottawa, Canada, neither. What I like about this poem is that it captures that certain sense of isolation we all feel, forbode, despite being surrounded by an ocean of people.