Syracuse

Go north outta the ‘City’
Up to the hill flats
See the factories 
Billow carbon outta black soot stack

I never knew a place 
Was consigned to be blood - in family 

Go north outta Birmingham 
Realize your past is present 

Go south to home
Outta the frigid 
Just to realize you roamed from it.

Piece about my brother getting a job at a new company that required his first assignment to travel and work on week days in upstate NY in the fall of 2015. Interesting enough we found out a year later part of my father’s father’s side of the family partly originated in Syracuse and met up in the Midwest with the other half coming from places like Maryland, Virginia, Ohio, NC and Kentucky. Funny how a place is in your DNA so severely that it literally, by chance, forces you to return as it did Taylor.