Friday, April 9, 2021

poem 62

Littlecity

I.

busted town

held up by the casino

new fire trucks

new ambulances

new medical clinic

new dental chairs

new psych help and yet

empty store fronts wait openin'

wait boomdays surely comin'

the Lumberjack so long closed

its windows so lonely they weep threads

from abandoned hand-tatted lace

scratched chipped white plates

saucers flatware pots pans pitchers

coffee cups lined up wanting

hardware store shuttered

twisting greying lumber

crushes rotting stickers outback

...

For Thursday April 8th

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