dVerse/June 11 and mindlovemisery/June 14
are both talking Liminal
That outermost edge of town
across the once busy tracks
where commerce and entertainment
kept pace with down-town
all is rundown now.
Rats in the basement
field mice nested in closets
bats in the attic rafters
an occasional possum, raccoon
sniffing for long gone crumbs.
Once, maybe twice a year
a traveler takes a wrong exit
drives the rutted, lonely street
and for a moment the buildings
rejoice in short lived hope.
Autumn of the Soul 