bustling with belts
lined in ford's fringe--
fatigued, faceless hands
made to drudge
melting sand to sludge
in some long-lost land--
now rediscovered
by the two of us,
exultantly exploring
this place once plagued
with toil and pain.
she the more mettlesome--
high heel neatly balanced
on rusted scaffolding
twenty feet suspended
above translucent mountains
of blue dusted in grey
of which we each kept
our favorite piece,
our sole remembrance
of our ethereal dystopia
to which I felt certain
we would one day return.
now alone,
guided only by dreams,
i try to return
to the same site--
drywall once fresh,
once vandalized,
then dust
blowing across the lot--
the same scaffolding
carelessly crashed over
once radiant mountains,
perhaps not eternal.
Author Bio:
Molly Ide Marches is an Ozarkian shape-shifter and ineffable magician. A creature created of fog and dew, Molly seems never to sleep. Molly has been known to disappear for long stretches, then reappear unchanged. Molly has never answered a question directly. Molly knows nothing— but Molly's intuition never fails. Molly is a jack of all trades. Everyone knows Molly, yet no one knows Molly. Molly tried once, and only once, at love, and vows not to try again any time soon. People see Molly on a pedestal, but Molly has more in common with them than they think. Molly is human.