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


the sky hung close

and whispered

wayward secrets

in this place

of ruins and relics



L.T. Garvin

Lana Broussard writing as L.T. Garvin , Author -English Teacher - ESL Tutor — Writes Fiction, Poetry, and Various Articles on the Quandries of Life.