The Haunted Mini-Mall, No. 1

One day it just closed, quietly. The last lock on the last door of the last surviving store clicked home, quietly, so as not to disturb the silence inside and outside, and in the parking lot, too. Does sunshine make noise? Does the moon whine as it wanes? Not in these ruins.
The Haunted Mini-Mall, No. 1
by Ginger Mayerson
Collage on paper
10"h x"7w
Contact Ginger Mayerson about this collage, also see The Haunted Mini-Mall pamphlet. Poem originally published in The Coe Review, Issue 37, No. 1.