Backdrop

Lights fly by
sixty miles per hour
against a darkened sky;
a city filled with towers
and bustling lives
roam the broken streets,
wind cuts like knives,
rain comes down in sheets.
Each pair of feet
has a tale to tell
and each smile you meet
has been through hell.

© Autumn Siders 2019

Never Gone

It’s like walking back in time
in a place where the past
is always present.
Old and new, juxtaposed,
with neither way
leaving anytime soon.
A people so willing to hold on
to their culture, the history
of the place they belong.
It’s a beautiful sight
knowing that yesterday
is never really
gone.

© Autumn Siders 2018

Albany

I never caught your names
but I know that matters not.
You could be Mark and Jane,
Steve and Sue, or Deb and Scott.
You bought me lunch
and we chatted about this and that.
Then we parted ways,
you on a cruise and I to buy a hat.
I got to know you well
even though I missed your names
and your kindness has ensured
I’ll never be the same.

© Autumn Siders 2019