Wednesday, November 28, 2018

Downtown's Coming Along, But The Ghosts Complain

for Luther Snow Lashmit, AIA, architect of Crystal Towers, other towers too, in Winston Salem.
it's evening when the patio fills up with small stars
a serape of purple thrown over the far hills
and you remember where you were

not where you are. facing the mirage of the triple balconies
buildings that crumbled into the ghosts, surprised,
coming back suddenly for the picturesque marquees'


to see an old movie's

lopped off disguise.
no more gingerbread trim,
they signed to each other then

sighed how the bridges washed out all summer.
the land bridges too.
they were looking for you

the only one who didn't
see clear through them, Art Deco reprised
Spanish grille work or the porticos.

who knows.


this is For Luther Snow,I'm sending this
for anyone to telegraph what happened

to an old address.it's weeping in my hand

in words you'll understand, not fifty words or less;
not minimalist

but it says simply this:
how the sun falls out of the West
not one stick upon one stone

of what we once called home.
the mists that we had honed.

mary angela douglas 28 november 2018;rev. 23 january 2019