The neon sign’s missing L and V
flicker with back yard
bug lights
an ode to the lost depot
near a rail yard where
rotted empty pallets lay
this neon ghost light hums
its piper song to new families
of old sofas and used brooms
a timeless tune of solace from
poverty to later nest humble
fixtures in a place called home.
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