Once pots of earth
carried miles
in strawberry baskets
“and Susan shall have
a new hat.”
Now streets
deserted beyond life,
windows carelessly nailed shut.
Abandoned flowers bleed
across broken sidewalks.
A squeaking screen door
gapes open in the ghostly wind,
then suffers shut.
A childless swing
moves to remembered life.
Thus is the town of houses,
built in the time of dreams,
of the new frontier
now a graveyard
untended and
unwept.
~ Melodie Corrigall
First published at: http://blueskiespoetry.ca/2010/07/29/dreams-lost
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