![]() digesting manA Poem by Mike Melansonflags hung for passing trains to see beside dirty laundry and drawn blinds, hording all the air of summer as women walk the streets in smocks and turtles perch on rocks to watch the roofs rust up like washer machines in pick-up trucks and an old cement shop with a Coke machine, wheel ruts leading off into the swamp alongside train tracks and power lines - wilderness has come devouring whole buildings and digesting man.
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Added on October 29, 2012 Last Updated on October 29, 2012 Author![]() Mike MelansonAustin, TXAboutWriter. Cyclist. Traveler. Technomad. Player of disc golf. Austinite. more..Writing
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