Inman Park & Poncey-Highland: Sister Districts Across Ponce

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Hey, Ponce.
It's me again.
Walking your southern edge.

Over there, across your six lanes of hurry...
That's Inman Park.
She's the older sister. The first born.
Joel Hurt's 1889 electric dream.
See her Victorian lace?
The deep porches on Elizabeth Street?
She fought the highways, too.
Drew a line in the dirt, just like we did.
She remembers the clatter of the first trolley.

And you, Ponce de Leon, you're the line between us.
The river of headlights, the seam in the city's dress.
Virginia Highland on the north bank.
Inman Park on the south.
Same blood, different names.
Just sister districts, looking across the water.

And right beside her, there's Poncey-Highland.
The tougher sister.
She's got the big brick shoulders of the old Sears building.
Turned it into a market hall for the whole world to visit.
She's got a little more noise, a little more hustle.
The neon from the Plaza Theatre paints her sidewalks red at night.
She's where we all go for groceries and a movie.

And you, Ponce de Leon, you're the line between us.
The river of headlights, the seam in the city's dress.
Virginia Highland on the north bank.
Poncey-Highland on the south.
Same bones, different names.
Just sister districts, looking across the water.

But we cross you every day, don't we?
On foot, over the crosswalks.
Headed for Springvale Park or Krog Market.
The ghost rails of the old streetcars...
they run right under your asphalt.
Connecting us all.
A secret handshake beneath the pavement.
From Hurt's dream to ours.

Yeah, you're the line, Ponce.
But you're also the meeting place.
The shared front yard.
Goodnight, sisters.
See you in the morning.