flower bulbs and bright-colored beads
dead civilizations mark the path
crumble under our feet.
battered skyscrapers that loom like mausoleums
forgotten long before the end of the world.
take to the road. tilted blue street signs
sunlight glints through the hollowed-out eyes
we load up our post-apocalyptic fortunes
for headless mannequins wearing scant threads of fashions
streets built wide enough for ox-carts.
Holly Day has taught writing classes at the Loft Literary Center in Minneapolis, Minnesota, since 2000. Her poetry has recently appeared in Big Muddy, The Cape Rock, New Ohio Review, and Gargoyle, and her published books include Walking Twin Cities, Music Theory for Dummies, Ugly Girl, and The Yellow Dot of a Daisy. She has been a featured presenter at Write On, Door County (WI), North Coast Redwoods Writers' Conference (CA), and the Spirit Lake Poetry Series (MN). Her newest poetry collections, A Perfect Day for Semaphore (Finishing Line Press) and I'm in a Place Where Reason Went Missing (Main Street Rag Publishing Co.) will be out late 2018.
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