Memory Lane

Memory Lane

She decided to take a trip down Memory Lane.
This was on a porch, where most trips 
Down Memory Lane begin.
But the car she was driving
Kept stalling 
Until, finally,
It refused to start, 
Like a horse who won’t go
Out of sight of the barn.
So she started walking.
Cars passed by, towards which 
She swung a thumb,
But people were reluctant
To pick up someone they didn’t recognize
On their way to Memory Lane.
She wasn’t even on Memory Lane yet,
She was on the road that leads to it,
She thought the green sign
And the tunnel of shining summer leaves
Must be just over the horizon,
She walked for years.