We are thrown into this poem, perhaps similar to the way Munro's husband suddenly slipped into Alzheimers. The first line is truly a continuation of the title, an interesting stylistic choice that I think works well with the subject matter. The strength of this poem is rooted in its clear, progressing storyline. Upon first read, I assumed the speaker was a young child, watching the conglomerated street from a horse-drawn carriage or tour bus on a new adventure. My assumptions were based on my favourite lines: "We rode at the pace of royalty./As if we'd built a cathedreal." The street comes to life, fresh and new and beautiful, but mostly full of diverse cars. As the poem progresses, the speaker learns (or re-learns) the way that adults view the world: simple and task-orientated, full of "dogs and children, store reusable grocery bags." This poem is especially powerful when taken in context of the inspiration behind Munro's writing: her husband's suffering of Alzheimers.
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