Poem: “Between Sun and Sand”

Limbo, the weight of neither here nor there,

bears whispers of what we keep and what we discard.

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Remnants of souls rise among foreclosures

in vast tracks of land now riddled with ghost towns.  

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As we look away, those who have nothing and

those who have more than they need press on 

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like the zombies in The Night of The Living 

Dead: we are all on the move, on the march.   

“Between Sun and Sand” by Mary Crescenzo. Copyright © by Mary Crescenzo. Reprinted by permission of the poet.