Ghost Town

BodieGhostTown

Inside the stagnant treasury
of a crumbling, bygone town
clapboards split daylight.
A static laser show.
Fingers run through the dust
of lives traded for fortunes.
Particles glittering
in fragmented sunbeams
like flecks of ghostly cash.
Holes in the wall
mumbled greed.
The vault door wide open.
Too long in years to be replenished.
Scent of money
faintly lining safe deposit boxes.

Outside the chalky, split pane window
dust devils spin along
the hardened earth.
Stirred up with each gust of wind.
Spectres
of stray bullets.
The wooden structure groaned
names of the deceased.

Only one more standoff.

Nature
was callous
toward the old town.
Withering it ever so slowly
Drying out its frame
until it was desiccate and wrinkled.
Without dignity.

The town
wanted to dissolve
quickly and end its distress.

Nature insisted
the ghost town to beckon.
Remembrance
for treasure taken.
Most importantly
the debt still unpaid.

 

C.Gandy 5-12-16

Photo of Bodie, CA, from the internet:  Picture Spool

An abstract post for my birthday reminding me nature ages everything
and the search for wealth often ends badly!

 

 

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