Depot
looking in and back at the organ
dead men drinking and playing
smoke blows in the window
stretching long shadows through time to heat
and grow the room pumping spirit
character and flavor to people laughing eating lunch
after serving one hundred fifty years
it stands fatter
in the town of moving buildings so while
the village around it crumbles like
some phoenix about to rise sure
to be grand but not sure if it will walk quite the same
it stands for creation
running beside it the path
of tracks now gone breathes recreation and life
into the people’s children who will
inherit
the ears and fake stories and
vinyl overgrowing history
they choose to resist rather than persist
still the Depot beats
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Posted Nov 28, 2022, 3:24 AM UTC
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