JUNCTION STOCKYARDS
delinquent weeds burst from the crumbling concrete
mummified moth wings fly like paper into its cracks
washed out wooden doorways are funnels to the wind
rushing by on its way to everywhere in the trees
bending branches curl and reach out to join
in the breezy chorus scratching leaves dance a shuffle
dark imprints are the shadows of forgotten industry
nuturing goods attainable simple riches
they smoked quality tabacco and used
pipe cleaners then tipped their hats young and old
at the end of the day there was drink life
sucked up flesh and forward to today
holey brick and thriving rodent crawlers
know nothing but to hide behind the desolate night song
Also up at Wattpad: http://www.wattpad.com/12313807-junction-stockyards?d=ud
jacqueline valencia 