It was then,
and then it was gone.
Half buildings yielding to the
Invasive force of massive trees.
Walkways blending into
gully’s formed by runoff.
Embankments strewn with piles
of dirt and broken bricks;
nearby, an overhead walkway,
collapsed to the ground,
devoured by gravity.
Telephone poles, weakened and
leaning, surrounded
by a century of weeds and vines.
Fallen roofs lay covered with moss,
surrounded by stones where
walls once stood.
Nature reclaims
abandoned land, where structures
boasted a place and avenues
stretched with pride.
Not even footsteps remain.
Roger Singer 