And if you look
a little
closer, the street
had always stretched to the floor
of your living room, for soles
in restless transit. And soon,
we find it is to be left
with less and less, the more
one learns abandon. By now,
you’re used to spectacles
of homes becoming houses and
live farther away, but dwell
in missing memorabilia.
It is nature, in
all probability, that
tells us to leave things broken
when there’s too little left
to make them whole. And the street
will last longer than the strays
asleep on the sidewalk, as our rooms
are meant to outlast us. So,
before things cease to matter,
perhaps
it’s better
to have our own hands
tear down the deserted manors
of our own damage, than
see them annexed
and reclaimed by the lasting reign
of grime and green.
Rummages Across the Dead Land 
It’s a pleasure to read your pieces again, here, humanity’s relationship with the inanimate, with the past, in a dark urban landscape of voids. A powerful work.
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You have my gratitude for coming back to read my work. It has been tough over the last year or two and I couldn’t find it in myself to write, following two very personal losses. This too was written over a year ago, and I’m more than glad to see the crux of its creative stimulus interpreted. Since I don’t know when/if I’ll be able to write again, I may not be here for a while. But if you would like to see some more of my work, my first book of poetry is available for free at the following link:
https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/903720
I’d love it very much if you would take a look and let me know what you think, or leave a review if you like.
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My pleasure. I’m sorry to hear of your losses. I would love to take a look at your poetry and review it. It will take a little time, I am running late with everything as usual, including WordPress, and I will let you know here when it’s done.
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Thank you very much. I appreciate it.
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