barren trees,

tall yellow grass, crusted ground

lined gray cement,

a tractor, neck bent downward

no longer plows,

the air stenches of lost hope

houses like gaunt faces

haunted by the past,

here – see the skeleton

of an abandoned town,

hear, are the echos

of forgotten sounds.

 

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Inspired by the view from my train ride– which consisted of such vast, abandoned landscapes. Quite beautiful in its own way. Quite lonely to see.