is a town called Nowhere
the single attraction
hidden southeast of ole' Ft Cobb,
are a pair of broken bricked lovers
two shed-like contraptions,
just off the main road
one leans left while the other right
I have suggested it barricaded in brocade
if someone living lived in Nowhere,
walls would be condemned,
they no longer are as they once were
a frontiered calliope
now they stand
sentinels charged with the hill-laden landscape
defending their necessary existence
which passes unbeknownst
in many a rearview
in many a rearview
rails and coots are the only squatters
spending seasons nesting
into a future the entwined won't live to see
(did the fledglings offer saudade songs?)
the crippled roof
weathered high beams
bare dirt floor
built so close to almost be one, yet
they are an emaciated and aged couple,
decomposing above ground
as testimony
to a surrender the world should not forget-
don’t think I didn’t have designs on the place
to wrestle it back from the earth
to envelope myself in a love’s forgotten letter
Even so...
sunlight speckled
how one leans left while the other right
eventually their parentheses
will be the echo of sound
from nowhere
carried in the wind by birdsong
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