woodsmoke,
frozen breath hangs,
time suspended...
the old neighborhood store
closed, building abandoned
to the rats...
a broke down Chevy,
a tent blown by the wind.
children hunched shiver,
the fire crackles and spits,
trucks race by going nowhere...
snow flurries, cracked lips.
a can of tomatoes, corn,
and green beans...
a couple potatoes,
the pot boiling slow..
'we the people' lost,
out of sync with time...
the six o'clock news
says nothing at all!
Eric Cockrell
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/nothing-at-all-16/
