Aberdeen
Dusty streets lined with trees
and dry water channels
petrified veins in the scorching sun
The large stately homes
hinting at a more favourable era
Shells of buildings filled with
memories of farmers’ markets
and ghosts of Jewish pedlars
Monuments of rubble and decay
to drunken street kids
and tumbleweeds.
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