Ruins by the Interstate speak of travelers long gone,
who settled along the way
oft travelled since Old Highway 80 was new.
Exit 46, now,
near where I live is an abandoned well
with sparkling water, bubbling,
in its depths, but no longer drawn up by
witty wind powered pumps,
why?
Was it an aquifer rechanneled by a shudder,
that dammed the spring?
Why’s the well abandoned?

2020 – Day 320

What aspect of the vision
that formed the foundations
for walls, and cisterns,
from obedient stones
and sands and burned bones,
and shells from the shore, given magi-gluonic
masonic consistency to stay in form,
resist decay, but
only so long… what as expected bit was wrong?

In 2020,
the ruins remain evidence of change
and leave no reason I may claim to know.