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Beneath the barbed wire trim of their useless tin roofs
Birds perch on industrial windows and brick crumbles to the curb
and coffee-stained concrete
Whose cracks shaped like trees
mimic the vegetation ripping through
A graveyard fence that once took the front of a car
A lichen-covered bench of wood soaked from last springs rain.
Two flush trees
A stagnant river
100 dragon flys
A shopping cart caught by the weeds
Likely thrown by a frustrated shopper or an abstract artist
Or someone trying to make some fun In an otherwise empty town.
Birds perch on industrial windows and brick crumbles to the curb
and coffee-stained concrete
Whose cracks shaped like trees
mimic the vegetation ripping through
A graveyard fence that once took the front of a car
A lichen-covered bench of wood soaked from last springs rain.
Two flush trees
A stagnant river
100 dragon flys
A shopping cart caught by the weeds
Likely thrown by a frustrated shopper or an abstract artist
Or someone trying to make some fun In an otherwise empty town.
Published 21st Jul 2020
| Edited 31st Jul 2020
Author's Note
I've got no rhythm with this one- not yet.
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