Tuesday, March 19, 2019

poem of the day March 19


An old New England town
is disappearing 
Not my town
or your town
but someone's town
First the the old inn
burned down
torched by neglect
Then a fast truck carrying the future
plowed apart long abandoned homes
full of only memories
It started slowly
like a creeping tide
One by one empty spaces
filled the once busy street
I drive by to see
the long grand church
full of the despair of disrepair 
It makes me wonder if
anyone cares

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