This Place Don’t Feel Like a Community Anymore

Distant money-makers,

and thoughtless crocodile pursuits

set to the music of a

sad and solo

Indian flute

that no one left alive can hear...

...I remember grinning ear to ear

when I'd stumble upon lost words

of weight...

Now I wonder if some tape

has covered up the Sun

that once beamed down upon

our faces that we're set on stun

and sweep...

There's creeps crawling out

of the bursting spots we've rent

where needle and string

are absent,

all intent

has slipped out without a thought.

It's time to be incognito, and withdraw!...

I'm ready for a new day,

and so I'll thaw,

and try an ancient door

that never opened long before

I thought I knew what I was doing.

©

Bunny Villaire

12/22/19