Some of the time, going home, I go
Blind and can’t find it.
The house I lived in growing up and out
The doors of high school is torn
Down and cleared Away for further development, but that does not stop
me.
First in the heart
Of my blind spot are
The Buckhead Boys. If I can find them, even one,
I’m home. And if I can find him catch him in or
around
Buckhead, I’ll never die; it’s likely my youth will walk
Inside me like a king.

—JAMES DICKEY
“Looking for the Buckhead Boys”