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OF SOME PALLETS GHOSTLY

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the troops abandoned
slouch in a field all a rotting
a weathered concentration camp
of wood
pallets discarded
for long ago products sold and devoured
now forgotten
flat, low, fading gray vaults
piled
a tall man's head high
a quazi lazy summer maze
for insects, vermin and happy
colorfully free butterflies
green grass tack flanking
the solidly lain rail ties
in the gravelly by and by
sunshine saddled with yesteryear solitude
hitchhikes a look
from this poet/cabbie
waiting for railroaders
along side a train on the
29nth Street Crossing flood wall.............
(Aug. 22, 2015 434pm)

Author's Notes/Comments: 

Was waiting one late afternoon to pick up some railroaders at the 29nth Street Crossing Flood wall and to my right over in a field is a slew of 6 to 8 feet high stacked fading gray wood pallets that were likely used for some old abandoned factory there beside the rail line. It was kind of eerie and this poem began coming to me so I jotted it down just as the Q train was pulling up and beyond the flood wall.

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©8 September 2015 - 3:31pm — palewingedpoetess
8 September 2015 - 5:32pm — word_man
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touching write,makes you wonder

ron parrish

10 September 2015 - 1:34am — palewingedpoetess
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wonder what how crazy is that woman?

I do tend to have a slanted way of looking at things. I like to think it adds to my charm but sometimes I know it just makes me seem a bit weird and ya know thats okay I don't mind that perception either but thanks for reading and for sure thanks for going the extra step and commenting too. It is much appreciated. Sincerely, M.

10 September 2015 - 3:26am — word_man
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ahh ! not crazy,just a vivid

ahh ! not crazy,just a vivid imagination

why don`t you try writerscafe.org  and poetfreak  you will love them

i am ron parrish at poetfreak  and wordman at w/c

ron parrish