Steps Away From Now
A small, abandoned village,
once embedded within woodland.
An old graveyard
buried under vine and brush.
The lost
only 30 steps from a busy highway,
yet a thousand yards
from any recent memories.
Only the dead recall
this secret history,
and they see still
the hustle and bustle
of life
in a growing community
one so swiftly
surprised by dead ends,
unseen internments
yet to be covered over.
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