Poetry - Issue 07 | November 2009

Any Ghost Town West of Omaha

by Jeffrey


Any Ghost Town West of Omaha

The Post Office was last to go
when the last whore refused her mail,
the town and her legend unmade.

When the shallow oilfield played out,
bankers and clerks gazed at the clock
fixed above the rail station arch.

Cholera, sandstone grave markers.
Love was wasted on bitterness,
the price paid for too long a wait.


About the author

Jeffrey Alfier lives in Tucson, Arizona. His recent and forthcoming publication credits include New Madrid, Rattle, and Silk Road. He is co-editor of the San Pedro River Review.

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