Wednesday, February 18, 2015

ghost smells

Musty-trusty scents
ensconced in ancient boards,
a store less clientele
or else they're all gone
traveling cracks
trailing through warped glass
behind which lies
dust of decades passed
expired deadlines
on old documents
and pieces of
city life that was
webs in corners-
spidery residents
watching as we brave
the broken boards
of a sidewalk long rolled-up
rays beating flesh
bleaching wood and stone
baking our shadows-
weathered leather
against warm brick walls
breathing the ghost smells
meeting nobody else
inhaling the particles
of a people lost-
perhaps they observe
'round ruined facades
or crumbling chimneys
lonesome in empty lots
as we, like everyone else,
take our leave.

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