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By hollymccormick Date: 2001 Nov 30 Comment on this Work [[2001.11.30.13.43.378]] |
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Under the awning at the old train station the girl waits. Surrounded by the colorful graffiti scrawled on the walls. Desperate artists trying their best to emulate A Picasso, Michelangelo or Rembrandt. She steps over the homeless woman Huddled for warmth under a tattered blanket. A cough syrup bottle clasped tightly in her Shivering, numb fingers. The girl hopes the woman is okay. Then, unconsciously, she wonders if it is contagious As she hears her hacking cough echoing across The empty station house. She peeks around the, now abandoned, plaza house Wondering to herself how many reside within its walls. The luster of the old station is gone now Once a beacon to the town, now left behind in the dust. And, as she waits, she wonders if she too, Has been abandoned, left behind, No longer a piece of art to be treasured by him Is she now just a work of fiction?. |