Impression of Akron, Ohio, late 70's

brianlux

Here the poem about Akron I wrote years ago and referred to elsewhere:


The Deserted City

Lost streets
Turning corners
Into nowhere disparage
The view with each turn of the head.

Aging scars
Of rank air’s etching
Marks the passing of time,
Of the lives in the life of this city.

Walking up
And walking down
These streets go the living
Whose numbers are ever decreasing.

Homeless souls
With sad eyes wander
In search of past visions
Where commerce was booming.

Buses run
Routine routes on time
In circular lines to the last stop
And wait for no one who’ll be boarding.

Passing clouds
Reflected by windows
Of clouds, steel and concrete
Where businesses kept people busy.

Lost streets
Of Akron turn
Something to nothing.
The end of its glory has come.

justam

This captures that sad feeling of emptiness.