New Islanders

Empty plots harbor grass and Earth and plastic headstones with faces and letters smiling blankly onto empty streets.

Bowing lamps stand vigil,

Silent,

these islands built of wood and stone and steel.

Where did the people go?

Not a sound but the distant tread of metal-studded rubber clawing again and again and again at grey rivers unmoving. 

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4 thoughts on “New Islanders

  1. Millie Ho says:

    Suburbia makes me feel like this all the time.

  2. thirdeyemom says:

    This is why you have to live in a city! I grew up in the burbs, then lives in Paris and Chicago before moving back to Minneaota. Thankfully we chose living in the city with sidewalks, people, parks and noise. Otherwise I would have gone crazy and could never have been a stay at home mom! We need contact in an everly technicological world amass with cookie cutter subdivisions!

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