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Lonesome Town

December 27, 2011

Somewhere in southern Ontario, in the midst of a frozen parking lot on an early winter evening, there existed the most beautiful sunset.

Entire sheets of sky washed in throbbing ambers, golden pinks, and exquisite violets. Expanding, stretching, over masses of metal cubes that lay dormant below. Deserted shopping carts tremble in the wind. Dark figures huddled in layers of black shuffle slowly toward alien-size concrete structures. Street lamps suddenly appear, like rescue beacons on a forgotten mission, flood lights after a finished game; Except they stand in a field instead of a street, guarding temporary passages in place of permanent fixtures. Everything is fleeting. The silence is deafening. Humongous words glow with concepts of our collective destiny: Home, Food, Beyond… There is nowhere to be and no one to tell. The moment is beautiful. It was there and then it was gone.

2 Comments leave one →
  1. g. e. schwartz permalink
    January 10, 2012 7:58 AM

    Where we are may not be lonesome town though that’s part of it too, but the common-sense world’s still our favorite fantasy. We call it home and believe in it. Realities needn’t be real though they do make intrusions from time to time. Do we want them living with us every day?

  2. May 27, 2012 3:54 PM

    Gracie, did I not tell you what a gorgeous prose poem this is? I thought I’d posted that.

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