Gone

Poetry: The Vanishing

I stepped into

a cove of time

at the edge of

a neighborhood

where down the street

an old lady sang

the finale of her

daydreams

the sky hung close

and whispered

wayward secrets

in this place

of ruins and relics

prompting me

to disbelieve

the promises of architecture

Sure, you can go inside

and search the halls

but whom you seek

left long ago

she made a road

through transparent air

and found herself

far from there

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