View from the Heights

Brush and trees on a hillside in the heights, steep hill, picture taken through a fence… spring, summer, fall even, maybe couldn’t see so well, but in the season of no leaves, only branches obstruct the view from the heights. From the backseat of the station wagon, from the big green Grand Marquis I drove in the 80s, seeing the highway system of N.J. from the car, the industry, the buildings, thinking what sort of lives were being lived and now all these years later, here I am, seeing the cars in the distance, catching a view of what is left of the industry, passage to there from here, firsts and lasts happening and most of the time, you are never aware it will be the last time you see this from here or see that from there.