63rd Street
63rd Street Morning 10:00
Wide-eyed buildings
Broken spirits
Stands alone
Vacant lots- stands
hoping for a buyer. People
occasionally lifting
towards their mouths
their only nourishments-
Brown bags surrounded
by shaking hands clutching
bottles- They stop,
they stare- remembering-
I too remember a time
long past.
The bustling crowds- the
Crowded shops- the
friendliness-
But for now- the wind
howls
The vacant lot- still stand-
and the wide-eyed buildings
shed debris- as if crying for a better time on 63rd Street.
Copyright © Gwendolyn Cloyd | Year Posted 2020
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