Color TV
The city center is dead
like Lazarus of Bethany
three days removed from reality
soon to go on four
There are fewer varieties
of pigeons sweeping the streets
and even fewer homeless
following not much further behind
Looking for food here
is becoming a scarcity
leftovers abruptly becoming
buried with the past
aeries and penthouses
gradually vacated
Behind some high-rise windows
so many untold stories
behind off-white shrouds
varying degrees of light
flit & flutter like a butterfly
suggesting there may be life after all
april two thousand twenty
copyright j matthew waters
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Christ is Risen! I just love this poem, my friend!Sending you warm hugs from Athens!
yes indeed, Sofia, thank you and warm hugs in return!