Saint Paul, 1 July 2007
The near accurate surveyors
who laid out this town never knew
the railway tracks would turn to rust
and hope would wander the streets
Windows knocked out like teeth
a once prominent hotel listing
after the collapse of 29
Idle stares of storefront mannequins
no longer passed by people of purpose
your grandparents now too old to stand in
line below the burnt out theater bulbs