Sunday, March 24, 2013


Dear Vacancy,

You’ve remained on the buzzing
neon sign at the Driftwood Inn
on Red Arrow Highway for so long now
that folks
might start to wonder
if you secretly
the place:
the sandlot out front where
stray cats like to scratch,
and yellowed bones
of beech trees near that ditch
by the road. The shutters
on the windows?
They’re fake, and look, one’s
fallen off. Blue
paint on the doors, it tears away
like strips of paper;
the only rented rooms
are the yellowjacket nests.

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