a poem by Charles Fisher, UK

Empty visit the streets:
Nothing runs or walks;
Parked cars sit remember;
Not being isolated from their drivers
Desolated town desolated beauty's
Of hearing and seeing birds, fly
And dart betweeness of the,
Uncluttered road and the,
Roofs of the closed shops, with
No distractions. Seagulls gliders,
Glide through the air above the town;
With an overview of the empty urban land;
Watching and listening to the speechlessness

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