Pampa, Texas.
In The land of Boards and Bricks
Where broken glass knows the winds
That moan and rustle the curtains of fate
The streets have names
That no one remembers
And faceless ghosts that walk them
The amaranth reaching for their shadows
As they skip among the cracks
And laugh at the living
In jest
They dance in the long light of summer
A ballet for the trains that never stop
The orchestra plays its trumpets
To a rumbling tympanic crescendo
That calls to the lonely
The despair of a soul
Crushed lifeless
To know the wicked seasons that pass
An agonizing death of deserted streets
The curse of the damned and broken windows
Where forgotten boards and bricks take their bow
Alas
There is no ovation
And no one to toss them roses
Only the leaves applaud
---RAM
Rick Malo©2025
Thank you!