Empty streets
from city to town to village,
people absent
the landscape comes
to the fore,
the work of human hands
melds into nature,
no catastrophe
needed to crumble human
stone and asphalt
into insignificance,
and the solitary figure
crossing an empty street
like a traveler in a Chinese
painting lost
on these circling roads
that could as well
be sprouting grass.
01.09.2025
#Poem #Poems #Poetry #Verse
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