Perspectives

This empty ghost town
is full of dusty memories.
Particles of them float in the air,
and she and he and you and I
will catch them on bittersweet tongues
and in our runaway hearts.

There's a building half-torn down;
a construction project forsaken
in the hopes of better times,
of better lives.

This empty ghost town
has a white wall painted
with dreams by way of graffiti.
There's no way to miss it;
that one there, he wanted to be a doctor,
and she wanted to be a teacher,
and they wanted to be the first pair of twins
to fly to the moon and back.

There's a building half-built;
a construction project that's the beginning
to a different world,
to a different view.

This empty ghost town
may not be so empty after all.
There's hopes, and dreams, and aspirations
settled in the bones of the city,
and it shakes, because it feels
it may one day breathe again.

There's a building half-there;
a construction project where there's no one
to tell it what it sees or what to do,
where there's no one and everyone
all at once. 

June 28th, 2012