A pile of raked leaves with no child to jump into them
A pet with no one to love
An elderly couple with no one to give to
A house that is not a home
An apple tree with no one to eat its fruit
A secluded path through an autumn forest with no lovers to walk it
A president without a brain
I knew you well so many years ago
You were full of passion
A cathedral where multitudes
Of lusting souls gathered
I watched intently at the images
You allowed me to see
Oh, such a majestic creature
Towering high into the darkened sky
You gathered the light from a million stars
To power my imagination
A haven for teenage love
Your warm summer breezes caressed my heart
You showed me laughter, joy, love and sadness
I was your legacy, and I worshipped you
But time faded my memories
Progress devoured your simplicity
I lost youthful desires, hopes, and dreams
Replaced them with responsibilities, anxiety and conformity
I left you to die a lonely death
Discarded like an animal’s carcass on the side of the road
Rotting in the rain and sun
Slabs of your silver skin have long decayed
Fallen to the ground to reveal the bones beneath
Tree limbs from the encroaching woods
Stick their boney fingers through the gouges
Like demons trying to pull free
From their eternal darkness
Nature is reclaiming you…
And there is no one left to care
My friend wasn’t a bad kid
Bad kids stole money from their mom’s purse
Bad kids did hard drugs
Bad kids had unprotected sex
Bad kids always got into fights
Boys will be boys, my friend said
His son only smoked a little grass
He only painted a little graffiti
He only drank a little beer
On his way home from a party
He only crossed the white line a little bit
But his girlfriend is more than a little dead
Because he wasn’t a bad kid
You sweet, tender, immortal fifteen
Caught up in wonderful delusions
Fearlessly staring life in the face
Facing your future without remorse
Do not sleep away your innocents
Age will slip quietly through your door
You will awaken to find yourself
Longing for all your youthful passions
Through shoeless feet I feel
The ground trembling
I thrust my fist into the air
And pump it up and down
The blast of the horn drives me back a step
I yell, but my voice will not rise above the beast’s roar
My heart’s beat begins to match the rhythm from the sound
Of its massive wheels and my head swoons as I watch the cars gently roll from side to side…Powerful and terrifying
It seems to lift me off my feet and pull me closer
I am afraid the steel monster will devour me
My legs will not let me back away
At last I see the bright red caboose
I wave my arms wildly and in answer
To my exaggerated welcome
A grey sleeved arm
Slips out the window
The gloved hand waves
The roar subsides
The trembling vanishes
On weakened knees
I cross the tracks
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