Forgotten Architecture
Beneath the glittering glass and steel,
her art deco face remains
hidden from view.
Buildings stand
like snapshots of youth
before she was criss-crossed in concrete.
Fante and Bukowski
would recognize
the face that haunted them.
Dreaming of Bunker Hill,
riding rail cars,
times left behind.
She still remembers,
still dreams of lost
and forgotten things.
Her eyes gaze to the heavens,
the ocean and desert,
and glisten with a promise
not yet realized.
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