Dreams Lost

Once pots of earth
carried miles
in strawberry baskets
“and Susan shall have
a new hat.”

Now streets
deserted beyond life,
windows carelessly nailed shut.
Abandoned flowers bleed
across broken sidewalks.

A squeaking screen door
gapes open in the ghostly wind,
then suffers shut.

A childless swing
moves to remembered life.

Thus is the town of houses,
built in the time of dreams,
of the new frontier
now a graveyard
untended and

~ Melodie Corrigall

Melodie Corrigall has been published in West Coast Contemporary Poets, Woman to Woman, Room of One’s Own, Canadian Short Fiction, Imagining, Horizon Magazine and The Dalhousie Review.

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