The ghost towns.
Empty shells of wood and stone.
A generation of weather and abandonment.
Sunlight shines through the gaps
of clapboard and broken glass.
This is no place to live.
So broken it does not matter where you start,
only that you do.
About this poem
I’ve been the ghost town. Not just lived in it, been it.
On my icebox in the kitchen is a magnet that says simply “Start Anywhere.”. A truth that changed my life. And largely still runs it.
The picture was taken in Surry County, Virginia.