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PASSING OF TIME<br />
A tiny ‘burg’ stuck between the hills, dying a quiet death in desolation, stillness<br />
covers a Saturday night hanging on the streets like moss.<br />
The signal lights blink green, yellow, red while a single horn sounds through the<br />
night; somewhere on Main Street a portly gentleman holds a bible and preaches to<br />
the street.<br />
The gentle breeze tries to cool the concrete towers heated by the sun. A lonely man<br />
shuffles down the street that once some thirty years ago, held dreams.<br />
Night settles in; the ringing of a telephone from an open window breaks the silence,<br />
a dog barks, death comes a little closer. Hollowed remains of buildings take on a<br />
ghostly look.<br />
In the far off distance, a siren screams its mournful cry as it rushes to save the injured.<br />
Next door, pink roses dead from drought turn brown on the fence. It’s as if<br />
the roses are the flowers on the grave of a town dying.<br />
Down the street on dirty concrete steps a lonely woman drags on a cigarette, in her<br />
hand a beer warmed by neglect. Sitting, waiting for something wonderful to happen<br />
in her life but afraid it never will.<br />
A stray cat darts across the empty street going nowhere.<br />
—Ann K. Belmont<br />
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