The FAB&PP Poem of the Month for December 2022
spurs to nowhere
empty interlocks
listening to
people
say
goodbye
forever
(
multiple
formalities)
(like)
bricked-over
loading
doors
and bridges
abandoned
and opened
in the middle
to
traffic
and time
Grace
Fellowship
Chapel
with a
solid
steel grate
over the front
door
(no windows)
well
met!
empty seats soon
to be filled
swinging along
at the end of
the car
the volume is never
the same the songs
are
constant
(are we
there yet?)