This Town

Even the grass has eyes
that follow your steps down the walk,
analyzing every rise and fall of

your breath,

in this town.
The sun rises with a sigh,
sets with a cry and tears.
The buildings cast gloomy shadows
and the streets grin with memories

you wanted to forget.

In this town
the breeze passes through in a hurry,
barely pausing in the heat
to touch heart sore souls, to
ease the melancholy of routine

faces and sounds.

In this town
I walk with my hands in my pocket,
face towards the ground.
I cling to everything I've learned,
waiting for the snow
or some familiar feeling of deja vu
to remind me that I am

not lost.
In this town,

I do not exist.
You do not exist-
there is only the grass and the occasional star.





**Inspired by La Grande, OR