goodbye provo.

i moved away. from my beloved provo in august. i am by NO means a writer, but i dabble. and try to write better. my inspiration: this book. which i was introduced to in my english 313 class spring of 2010.

here follows my ode to provo. written on august 5, 2011, 9:44 am at communal.






the streets of provo.

the streets of provo. 

they are straight. they make sense. 

they are full of hidden treasures. 

the houses are old. they have beautiful ornaments and overgrown gardens. 

i’ve walked the streets of provo. 

i have run the streets of provo. 

and i have biked the streets of provo. 

i love the streets of provo. 

and i will miss the streets of provo. 

i’ve lived on north canyon road. 

i’ve lived on 800 north, the street of brick oven. 

i live on 300 east, the street with all the stop signs. 

400 east does not have stop signs. 

so i take that one. 

now i know which one is university avenue and which is university parkway. 

now i know which is freedom boulevard and which is bulldog boulevard. 

the streets of provo are familiar. 

and now i leave. 

i say farewell to beloved center street with shops and cafes that come and go. 

i say farewell to 900 east which leads me up to where I want to be. 

i say farewell to 600 south with the train tracks i love so much.

i will never bike on my secret shortcut on 200 west (aka freedom blvd.). 

never will i walk 820 north to the i-15, passing provo college and kingdom hall. 

and never will i know my way around so easily as in provo. 

i want to explore more. 

i want to find more hidden treasures. 

more old houses. 

more over grown gardens. 

more treehouses. 

and more secret short cuts. 

i want to walk. to run. to bike. 

i want to wander. 

i want to see every alley. 

reach every crook and crevice. 

of the beloved streets of provo. 

provo bakery is on 200 north and 200 east. 

i just learned that. 

and now i leave. 

now i leave these streets of provo. 

to be loved and wandered by someone else. 

to be explored and discovered. 

the grid is memorized. and now i leave.