This poem is a tiny abandoned
town in Arizona. Nobody lives
here. We’re all just passing
You’re better off in Wikieup or
Wickenburg or even Bagdad –
they might be glad to see ya,
have a phrase or two to share.
Here, we’ve got no gas and no
bathrooms and no good clean
Stare all you like; nothing’s
moving. Or should we say
Nothing isn’t moving, any time
Sun rises, moon comes. That’s
about the only visitors we get,
and they keep forgetting to leave
Thanks for trying to stop by this
population 4, 3, 2, 1 podunk place.
Remember, take only pictures, leave
…………………….And have a nice trip.
Much ado about Nothing.
Poetic Asides November Chapbook Challenge, day 13.
This is a cool read………loved it.
Thanks so much, Sherry. 🙂