I.
Sequined blankets
cover the big empty.
II.
Tulips weep
morning dew...
Tears splash
into the dirt.
III.
Birds used to sing -
They don't anymore.
IV.
Flourescent lights replace
the crackling wood -
Gone are
the dancing shadows.
V.
There's...
spaces between things,
That's all.
VI.
Empty spaces
crowd together
in the darkness -
Where kids used to play.
VII.
The woman walks -
eyes downcast, yet
She still steps on the snail.
VIII.
Chunks of asphalt
fall steadily
under the bridge.
IX.
I can hear the grass
growing.....
it sounds like laughter.
X.
A dead handkerchief
floating in rotten wood
within the gray marshes.
XI.
Empty wild blue -
thunderous cries
Hawks circle
XII.
On their own
the pages turn -
people love to read
the ending first.
XIII.
The butterflies search
for home -
But the trees
are no longer there.
Sorry.
XIV.
The smell of ozone
The roaring of wind
Cold droplets fall -
The storm sings.
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