Sunday, September 29, 2013

Neoclassical

NEOCLASSICAL

How can one ignore—
The pleasures of the decline
And fall of a town?

The very same thing—
Slowly happening to me
There in the mirror

The slow exquisite—
Decay of Emporia
Its tragic beauty

As I go through my—
Mother’s yearbooks & mine too
All the dead teachers




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