faded garage sale signs litter the sidewalks
shaded by overgrowth grass turned to weeds
sprouting between cracks ten thousand spires
plush and green drained the dryness a shadow
gaunt thin and yellow spreading as old tattoos
fill a navy veteran’s arm a chill wind sweeps quick
moving sight to gray boards dangling by a rusty nails
waving at passerby’s as saying move along
pause not here to see chips of copper paint
piled in dunes under windows crooked and shattered
reflecting white lines crisscrossing the pale blue
quick flash bang sights double at driveways crumbling
perching high on a pole a surveillance camera turns
the click of a microphone silence screams in crimson
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