Phantoms and Tail Lights
Idyllic scars oozed from a ribbon of asphalt,forlorn windows gaze from derelict houses their shadows stretched out like gravestones in the late afternoon sun. A broken down café smiles with the promise of real home cooking, echoingwith the clink clink clink of cutlery on plates. A town of phantoms and tail lights shimmering on the surface of the silver pool of your rear view mirror. Gaining notice for an instant before slowly winking out.
3 comments:
I'll think of this next time I go through a tired old town...
Oh, the nostalgia from my child hood town calls me... I imagine a town recently torn apart by the hurricane. Great work.
Oh my gosh, Blanca Rosa, your poem
is surreal and vital. A cafe that is a diamond in the rough, just
waiting to embrace travellers who
need that home-grown comfort.
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