Friday, August 14, 2009

city that never was

invisible traffic loud as storm surge
swirls round monuments
snapped off jagged at the knees

on the horizon a high-rise ghost
dances like a heat mirage
there are no footprints in the sand

colorless, but full of sound
the memories of the dead
and of the city that never was

Inspired by an image created by Meri; you can see it here. Via Poefusion.
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1 comment:

Michelle Johnson said...

I love to see where your mind takes you off too. Your poem is wonderful in its exploration of the city that never was. Hope all is well.