Photography by Rosalind Solomon
One woman’s trash is another’s bounty.
The ekphrastic images hold the soul, fingerprint,
story of letting go of what held a soul to memories.
Eyes of ink envision silent screams framed
in art, broken cups, and the cigarette-stained ghosts
smothering the once bright light of new joy.
Voices of rooms walk along fingertips that clutch
the bones of life hollowed into unwanted artifacts.
There are a thousand imaginations pulsing in a hand’s grip,
yet truth is a phantom chased, repurposed into a lie
if necessary to find a new home for orphaned belongings.
In the valley of smog-stained windows loss
is as perpetual as the sound of traffic, neon stars,
and sirens smothering the sparrow song of daylight.
Grave diggers of the abandoned still possess a bit
of rose tint in their eyes and see beauty, rebirth,
purpose in the mausoleums of gritty sidewalk debris.
©Susie Clevenger 2022