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| Rebirth, and destruction, side-by-side. |
Faded colours of a vibrant past
lie muted
and too tired to cry,
scribbled with exes
and numbers from a hissing can;
make-up, faded and smeared
framing windows of jagged teeth
punched in:
for sale,
but unwanted.
Eerie tombstones
of a history that didn't vanish
with the wind.
orphaned
Empty lots dressed with crippled fences,
palsied limbs
folded over themselves
as memorials to history;
Grey and green
for 40 miles
bear silent witness
to 29 feet of water
since seeped away,
leaving but memory
and memorials,
orphaned.
A sad horn cries in the distance.
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