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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

  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

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Alan (arkrebel) - - 2/17/2007 6:13 AM ET
Outstanding! Very descriptive and visual. You took me there with your words.
IONE L. (zaneygraylady) - 2/17/2007 5:05 PM ET
Eva L. (wearetrees) - 7/12/2008 2:28 AM ET
So terse, and yet absolutely overflowing with intensity and weight and wit.
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