Deserted
Once a thriving town now
dust devils
curl and tumble on the
broken pavement, along
with swirling leaves and
bits of paper
empty storefront windows
once FILLED with clothes,
pastries groceries sundries,
stare at the desolate scene
through shattered glass
deserted streets,
bereft
of crowds of people,
only an occasional fox,
chittering squirrel or bird
interacting with the
constant wind…..
Copyright © Barbara Peckham | Year Posted 2023
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