Stained coffee mugs
Soiled, sweaty clothes
Unopened suitcases
Space occupying cartons
Small paw marks on the dust
Little feet running by
Screaming mother on the top floor
Arguments with the agent
No more green bucks passing hands
Vociferous land lord on the landing
Tenant absorbed by woodwork
Memories wiped out by strangers
Little boy sobs in his bunk bed
Sweeping strokes of the broom
Lives, histories swept away
New stories being crafted
The traffic goes by.
July 14th 2006
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My mind wanders....the tears prick my hot cheeks...the paper crumbles....the light wanes....I am all alone....and I ramble on....
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