Ghost Town by Jon-Jacob F DealThose who visit this place we built
Will wonder where we went, and why;
A tumbleweed t-shirt clothes the street.
A buzzard with diamond stud eyes rules the sky.
While cool, sweet water sleeps in the well,
Agnostic wind tolls the mission bell
Where we held mass for two in bed--
Then eulogized each other, dead. 08/16/2008 Posted on 08/16/2008 Copyright © 2024 Jon-Jacob F Deal
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