Urban Decay

There are more ghosts than people here. The past has pushed us out.

Gentrified by poltergeists, the city renames itself “Nostalgia You’ll Never Recapture.”

Skyscrapers like headstones. Car horns like dirges.

We spirit westward, far from here, in search of hills without cairns.

In search of homes unhaunted.

In search of spaces for life to begin.

Waiting by the Station

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Because a gulf of time surrounds me, I sit at a coffee house across from the trains to await departure. Each engine roars into the station with a wash of passengers, comings and goings. Fresh surf. The wave rumbles. Then they’re gone. And I wait, and wait, my nose in latte foam. Jealous for their oceans, impatient for my own.

 

The header image is adapted from a photo by Flickr user RedBull Trinker.