By Rodney Rountree
On the other side of town,
(Poem #10 from "Poem Time Capsule")
Past the fallen, ruined stores,
On to where the sidewalk leads no more _,
Through the litter and the trash of long ago,
There, where footsteps tread no more _ ,
A dock is sinking in the mud along the shore.
The pilings fallen, eaten away by the ancient tides,
Are reclining - sliding to their sides.
And then there is a pause -
The tides, they seem reposed - ,
The moment lingers. . . till (with hardly, a stir),
The water closes slowly over the dock.