The Great Empty Poem by Eric Cockrell

The Great Empty



closed!
out of business!
building for rent,
or sale!

22 vacant buildings on one street!
small-town America.

even the sidewalks are deserted...
except for paper cups,
and cigarette butts blowing
in the breeze...

empty windows,
boarded up doors....
the echo of voices

from the past,
from another day...

lost to the great empty!

Saturday, July 16, 2011
Topic(s) of this poem: america,buildings,voices
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