November 1, 2012

The Dust Parade


Potholes, bricks
Blocking the path
The dust parade moves so slowly
I almost mistake them for statues


.....Scraps of nostalgia 
.....Dilapidated furniture
.....Cherished by no one
.....Boxes of musty images
.....Vintage smiles on unknown faces 
.....Platoon of dirty cartons 
.....Infantry of broken knick-knacks
.....Piles of timeless mold spores 
.....Neatly stacked 
.....Untouched for decades

The ancient falcon
Stands guard
Over the junk
Delaying the process
The priceless collection
Of a life's journey
Filled with memories of old ghosts
No longer dwelling here
Forgotten sentiments

.........These are the halls of mildew
.........Where yesterday's rubbish
.........Waits to be discarded




By the next generation