Missed Connections in Brooklyn, NY: There’s A Place

I built you a home in my heart by Misserion

There’s A Place
Missed Connections in Brooklyn

There’s a place between two stands of trees where the grass grows uphill
and the old revolutionary road breaks off into shadows
near a meeting house abandoned by the persecuted
who disappeared into those shadows

I’ve walked there picking mushrooms at the edge of dread, but don’t be fooled
this isn’t a Russian poem, this is not somewhere else but here
our country moving closer to its own truth and dread
its own ways of making people disappear

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Her Two Cents from the Missed Connections Chief Bottle-Finder:
In all my travels throughout the years I’ve never lost my fascination with old, abandoned buildings. I think it stems from accompanying my father in the 1970s on his Saturday afternoon searches for empty manufacturing spaces.  My first ride in a wooden freight elevator happened around the age of 5 and is forever associated with a sense of mystery tinged with sadness. Then, as well as now, I still ask the question, “Why?” when confronted with the forgotten and left-behind relics of a person’s life and work.

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