Ghost Blog
No sand or tumbleweeds fill the street,
neither rotten boards nor busted concrete.
Cats won’t roam and children don’t play
amongst the structures now in decay.
It’s silent here; there’s no new poems,
no photographs sparkle, no music roams,
and like those ghosts towns in the West,
someone else’s blog has gone to its rest.
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