blue lights in the parking lot, <br />faceless cars speed by <br />on rain swept streets.... <br /> <br />ghosts march in pedantic rhythm, <br />in the land of 'no touch, no feel'.... <br />the gas pumps beeping, <br /> <br />always beeping.... shadows <br />feed shadows... a stray dog <br />dead on the side of the road.... <br /> <br />'can you spare a coupla dollars? '.... <br />heads turn, and walk away.... <br />a young couple walking the tracks.... <br /> <br />going nowhere, hand in hand. <br />you can smell the vacant buildings, <br />can hear the glass break <br /> <br />on the boarded up windows..... <br />has anyone a hand, an eye to eye, <br />muddy footprints where <br /> <br />life should have been!<br /><br />Eric Cockrell<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/muddy-footprints/
