The Border Places
Rusty with life I flee the stainless streets,
escaping to the border places,
neon blinks through half a sign.
Dark wood angles jut and flounder
on their way to make up a house.
Galvanized garbage can broken on the sidewalk,
lid almost covering the mess inside.
Loose wires hang over broken grass,
holding on in the front-yard dust.
Green planks cross-hatch behind the steps,
covering the belly of the porch.
Inside the floor is still swept clean;
There's a curtain instead of a door.
Hangman stalks the inside house,
waiting for a turn of events.
escaping to the border places,
neon blinks through half a sign.
Dark wood angles jut and flounder
on their way to make up a house.
Galvanized garbage can broken on the sidewalk,
lid almost covering the mess inside.
Loose wires hang over broken grass,
holding on in the front-yard dust.
Green planks cross-hatch behind the steps,
covering the belly of the porch.
Inside the floor is still swept clean;
There's a curtain instead of a door.
Hangman stalks the inside house,
waiting for a turn of events.
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| Across the Harlem Meer |
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