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The Eclectic Pen - (untitled)

By: Whitney B. (grammarchick)   + 2 more  
Date Submitted: 2/17/2007
Genre: Literature & Fiction » Poetry
Words: 149
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The brick of the library is a clean contrast with the white clapboards of the abandoned church next door Abandoned maybe not by God, but good old folks Who chose A bigger place, no place, some place that was not in the middle of the Main Street heat without its own parking lot Park behind the two, walk up the tiny sunlit alley heavy with dust and grass growing old in the shade a broken bottle shooting light at the church walls and never cutting through the dirt realize every time that you never see anyone else come up this way they choose the front path, or the other side of the library where the grass is mowed where the other building they see is the bank – clean, functional nothing creepy in Plexiglas and pink brick Dusty garbage bags behind half-broken windows Nothing here, nothing here, they sing but under the low leaves of the library’s single tree you can almost hear hallelujah

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