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Somewhere in the prairies
is a town
that is always
in the back of my mind,
it's only store
long since closed down
and gas pumps gone dry.
The school stands empty
and dilapidated
its rooms silenced
forever of laughter;
the forgotten swings
creaking endlessly
in the wind.
A weathered tricycle still sits
in a driveway
without a house
waiting
for one more ride that will never come,
its wheels
rusted motionless in time.
One or two foundations
and part of the sidewalk
that leads nowhere,
had maybe a tree
and some wild roses growing up through it,
as everything turned
back into the ground from which it came.
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