The yards are empty.
only dirt and other detritus
clutter the mid-morning landscape.
There are no children
outside laughing and playing
running red rover over
the black tops on Saturday morning.
There are no parents smiling,
leaning on the old siding,
while the funny false teeth
wearing grandfather
tells stories to the younglings
about the old days.
Silence is the norm.
The fish fries, family reunions,
fairs, carnivals, and circuses
no longer make this circuit.
The gas station, and grocer’s
are boarded up
leaving only a lonely trail of
house after house
sprouting weeds and vacancy signs.
Feb 25, 2016
Feb 25, 2016 at 12:21 PM UTC
The yards are empty.
only dirt and other detritus
clutter the mid-morning landscape.
There are no children
outside laughing and playing
running red rover over
the black tops on Saturday morning.
There are no parents smiling,
leaning on the old siding,
while the funny false teeth
wearing grandfather
tells stories to the younglings
about the old days.
Silence is the norm.
The fish fries, family reunions,
fairs, carnivals, and circuses
no longer make this circuit.
The gas station, and grocer’s
are boarded up
leaving only a lonely trail of
house after house
sprouting weeds and vacancy signs.
