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here the train tracks are littered like an ancient sea bed with garbage... orange needle caps and someone's lost left shoe which looks as if there's still some wear in it yet further on I spy a piece of dirty blue tarp how it flaps in the wind waving no longer keeping out someone's rain beyond an endless ribbon of traffic disappears into the many horizons the people inside will never notice any of this above perched like a white cake on a plate the three-layer house sits its windowed eyes now shutter-less and glaring northward sightless into a bracing wind once occupied by in-towners now occupied by those from out-of-country medical professionals who can afford the new Portland this house now maintained like a fortress the newly fruiting pear tree lopped down and pink petunias icing a baker's dozen of perfectly-matched grey coffin planters above me a grey mackerel sky signifying change but only a change in the weather yet little changes here its a monotony of sameness same rain same desperation last winter the paramedics dredged up four people wrapped like blackened cigars in the elevator to the ambulance which drove away slowly with its red light turned off the mausoleum where I live ......looms right its inhabitants looking on notice how there are only meager improvements in the mix .....but mostly for the crows who bank on decay crows now more suited for this sort of life I marvel how how adaptive they are but how I was hoping for better... perhaps I should grow feathers look up to the sky spread my blackened wings *********************************** MAY 7 2018 3:07pm PST date/time stamped/copyrighted LEGAL COPYRIGHT FOR THIS POEM/WORK AND ALSO FOR THIS WRITER MELISSA A HOWELLS AND ALSO FOR THIS LEGALLY COPYRIGHTED SITE TITLE MELOO STRAIGHT FROM HER TILT-A-WORLD Vote for this poem |
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